The TV weather people were saying that we could get up to 18 more inches of snow tonight and tomorrow.

But look at it this way: After this last weekend's storm, 18 inches is nothing.

This morning, the weather guy on Channel 27 presented a computer model called "Futurecast" which forecast 17.6 inches of snow for York.

You know, it's going to be that .6 of an inch that puts us over the edge.

This guy is pretty close. Freak out, my man!

Another foot of snow? That's nothing.

A great day for the city of New Orleans.

And you seek out videos of Underwood singing the anthem at other sporting events to deliberate.

You can also bet on who will win the coin toss and the commercials and what color Gatorade the winning team will pour of its coach.

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And the other stayed put, even though it had reason to flee. Its stadium was a wreck. Its city was a wreck.

But the team stayed and is a huge part of community.

That's one reason to embrace America's team, the Saints.

The city of New Orleans needs something good to happen. Winning a Super Bowl isn't going to repair the damage from the storm or really do anything tangible to assist the on-going rebuilding effort down there. But it can't hurt.

I visited New Orleans three years after the storm and it was starting to come back. Still, huge parts of the city were devastated. But the people of New Orleans are tough folks. And they are perhaps the friendliest and most hospitable people you'll ever meet.

One of my favorite places there is a restaurant called Dookie Chase's, a soul food joint. Leah Chase, in her 80s, runs the place and the food is spectacular. And Leah is one of the nicest, sweetest women you'll ever meet. She stayed during the storm and cooked for rescue workers. She's an amazing person.

To give you an idea what this all means to the city, check out Mark Lorando's excellent piece in the New Orleans Times-Picayune.

It begins:

"Dear Miami,

"The Saints are coming. And so are we, their loyal, long-suffering and slightly discombobulated Super Bowl-bound fans.

"While there's still time to prepare -- although a few hard-core Who Dats will begin trickling in Monday, most of us won't arrive until Thursday or Friday -- we thought we'd give you a heads-up about what you should expect.

"First things first: You need more beer.

"Yeah, we know. You ordered extra. You think you have more than any group of humans could possibly consume in one week. Trust us. You don't."

The city is a special place, even more special because of people like Leah and the rest of the survivors of the storm. They are tough, fun-loving people.

So on Sunday, I'm going have some gumbo and drink a toast to the city of New Orleans.

And pull for the Saints.

The snow is coming. You can tell. It's close. Too close.

I went to the grocery store yesterday at lunchtime. Couldn't get close. Went again last night, at about 11. Only a few people were there. The shelves were barren. It was like the place had been looted.

One of the editors here, asked about the forecast, said, "We're all going to die."

Be careful out there. The horror...the horror...

The announcement is expected to come sometime between noon Tuesday and 4 p.m. Thursday. Make sure you're home for it.

Get your milk, bread and toilet paper. They're predicting a snowstorm of Donner Party proportions.

Don't know about the Donner Party.

Check it out here.

Now, that's a party.

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For one thing, as I've asked in the past, why would you want to retain employees responsible for nearly destroying the company?

Another thing, even if these people left the company, where would they expect to find work? Taco Bell?

And after all we did for AIG -- remember the $150 billion bailout? -- we don't even get a thanks.

Good for Harley.

Lets hope they send enough to keep people here working.

Need more coffee.

And then, dawn broke and...nothing.

Not one text message.

Stupid groundhog.

It begins:

"Last year, in a series of 'town-hall meetings' across the country, Americans got the chance to debate President Obama's proposed healthcare reforms.

"What happened was an explosion of rage and barely suppressed violence.

"Polling evidence suggests that the numbers who think the reforms go too far are nearly matched by those who think they do not go far enough.

"But it is striking that the people who most dislike the whole idea of healthcare reform - the ones who think it is socialist, godless, a step on the road to a police state - are often the ones it seems designed to help.

"In Texas, where barely two-thirds of the population have full health insurance and over a fifth of all children have no cover at all, opposition to the legislation is currently running at 87%.

"Instead, to many of those who lose out under the existing system, reform still seems like the ultimate betrayal.

"Why are so many American voters enraged by attempts to change a horribly inefficient system that leaves them with premiums they often cannot afford?

"Why are they manning the barricades to defend insurance companies that routinely deny claims and cancel policies?"

Very good questions and Runciman tries to explain in this excellent essay.

That's Jimmy Sturr and his Orchestra, playing "Bridge Over Troubled Water."

Every year, Jimmy Sturr and His Orchestra wins a Grammy for the best polka record. Every year. Jimmy Sturr has 18 Grammies. Springsteen has 19. The man is a monster.

So this year, how did Jimmy do?

He lost.

But not only that, the Grammy people eliminated the polka category. Jimmy Sturr was nominated in the best traditional folk record category. Traditional folk? Please. The Grammies still have a category for Hawaiian music. But no polka?

He lost to Loudon Wainwright III.

Jimmy was robbed.