Groundhog Day 2017 inside the head of Jeff Moore What the Fuck! Get yourself together, man! You got this. You wanted this. This stupid, ridiculous assignment. Go to Punxsutawney, take some pictures of Phil, and write a bit of fluff about this silly tradition. You’re like Bill Murray, only without a camera man or a producer. Damn, I love Bill Murray. Probably, everyone loves Bill Murray. But there may have been something to the weirdness that his character went through. What was his name, Phil something-or-other. This isn’t a time loop, but that might be preferable. Maybe coming here early wasn’t a good call. Maybe it was. Fuck I don’t know. It’s a groundhog, right? Sure, it is. A groundhog cared for by a bunch of Pennsylvania Dutch speaking nerds who’ve built a club around their weather predicting rodent. It’s not a cult, it’s a tradition. The rodent isn’t immortal. It most certainly has not been the same groundhog for over a hundred and thirty years. And those guys yeste...