Weathermen are useless

I just want to put this out there: the job of the weatherman is obsolete.

Follow me on this. When you want to see if it's going to snow, what do you do? You go to weather.com and check the radar. Or you go to the weather channel and wait for the Local on the 8s radar. Or you turn on your local news and wait to see the radar. Or you turn on a local channel and hope an obtrusive small section of map is on there in order to—say it with me now—check the radar.

Notice a pattern? I couldn't tell you what makes a cloud, or what causes wind or really anything about why weather works—but I know if there is a green blob coming toward my county, that's not good. If it's red, that's even worse. Bottom line, you don't need to be a "meteorologist" to figure out if it's going to snow nowadays because of all these highly touted Doppler radar systems.

Once weathermen decided to give us a peak behind the curtain, to show us their green and red blobs, their whole scam ended. And yet, there they are still, standing there with their clicker, pointing at stuff, making bad jokes and interrupting our shows to talk about high winds. (Don't you just want to punch Mark Johnson in the face when that happens? Or how about Channel 5's weather alert with its high-pitched beeping noise. Seriously? A beeping noise to announce the presence of your little on-screen weather radar? Who does that help? Blind people who can't even see the update?)

Do we really need them to tell us that stuff? In this age of budget cutting and staff reductions, you're telling me a news room can't tell Jeff Tanchak, "Hey buddy, I think we're just going to throw the Doppler up there and let everyone look at it for a few seconds and call it a day. No, seriously, don't feel the need to come back in. We're good."

The weatherman should go the way of the milkman and the autoworker. I don't want to take jobs away, I'm just pleading for consistency. When a job is made unnecessary because of inefficiency or new technology or just because society moved on, that job always goes away or at least loses its prominence. And yet, there's Mark Johnson and his stupid haircut interrupting my favorite show when I can plainly see the red blob and its proximity to my city without him.

Get out of here.

Go Cavs.