Good GriefWeatherman: GO BACK INSIDE. We don't need to see your sorry asses in your little yellow slickers leaning forward at sixty-degree angles into the hurricane force winds, saying things like "As you can see, Jim, I'm leaning forward at nearly a sixty-degree angle to stay upright."
We KNOW it's windy. It's a HURRICANE.
And no, I'm not going to call you "meterologists." Nobody who's stupid enough to go out in that storm is getting called anything but a "weatherman."
We don't need any more shots of you falling on your ass because you lost your balance. We don't need you saying things like "Large objects are airborne and flying through the air, Ted."
Here's tomorrow's newspaper headline:
KATRINA KILLS OVER 100
87 Were Reporters or Weathermen, Police Say
Take off your little yellow raincoat that your mom bought you and stay inside.