Well, Punxsutawney Phil says six more weeks of winter, according to the website groundhog.org. (For some reason the site won't link, so you'll have to venture there without my help.)
Of course, we in the South ain't gonna take the word of no stinkin' Yankee critter, so we have our own seasonal prognosticator, Gen. Beauregard Lee (you knew he'd have a name like that, didn't you?). Gen. Lee says spring is just around the corner.
I say bring 'em out for a death-match. May the best woodchuck win.
As for Groundhog Day, it has to rank among the top 3 whacky annual celebrations ever dreamed up by a bunch of very savvy, very bored people. Since 1886, we Americans have gone "hog-wild" (sorry, couldn't resist) because some rodent pokes his head out of the ground. Obviously, today's marketers have a lot to learn from the Gilded Age.
As for the Groundhog Death Match, I'm puttin' my money on Gen. Lee. He'd open up a can of whup-ass on Punxsatawney Phil, I'm bettin'.