They had renowned meteorologist Jim Cantore camped out on Michigan Avenue in downtown Chicago calling the play-by-play.
Jim Cantore reports live from Chicago for The Weather Channel - National TV | Examiner.com
Some of his best work:
- “Chicago Lakefront measured wind gusts to near 70 mph.”
- “Lightning and loud thunder on the Magnificent Mile right now.”
- “Lakeshore Drive may be closing from Hollywood to 67th Drive. Reports of people running out of gas on roads around Chicago.”
- “1 to 3 inch per hour snow rates across all of southern Michigan.”
- "National Guard is assisting stranded motorists in Oklahoma.”
- “Media reports continue to indicate there are several hundred people stranded in cars across northeast Oklahoma.”
Where does this guy actually live, French Polynesia? He's notorious for dropping into weather hotspots, reporting on the local carnage, then in a flash he's gone. Canore has spawned an entire subculture of weather reporters screaming "Do NOT come outside."
When we lived in Florida, all the local channels had goofy guys or petite weather babes who would show up down on the beach as a hurricane was blowing ashore or its outer bands were whipping up momentary breezes. With the petite weather babes, at times it was all they could do to hold on and not get swept away like the little girl's daddy in "Twister" whilst performing a public service to the huddled masses, yearning to get their trees pruned for when a real storm comes.
I recall one particular early morning a few years ago when a Cat 1 fizzled out before it sloshed ashore. Before leaving for work, a PWB (Petite Weather Babe) was on the sand at Miami Beach holding up one of those new wind speed guage thingeys. As she was struggling to maintain her foothold, she held up the gizmo and said "There it is!! Sustained Winds of TEN MILES PER HOUR!!" A couple of other people at work saw that, too, and we had a good laugh over it. Uh....you're about 64 MPH short of having something real to report on! Heh!
I've always wanted to see a sitcom about a Florida based weather reporter's life during hurricane season. You couldn't get much more foolish than it already is.
Jim Cantore reports live from Chicago for The Weather Channel - National TV | Examiner.com
Some of his best work:
- “Chicago Lakefront measured wind gusts to near 70 mph.”
- “Lightning and loud thunder on the Magnificent Mile right now.”
- “Lakeshore Drive may be closing from Hollywood to 67th Drive. Reports of people running out of gas on roads around Chicago.”
- “1 to 3 inch per hour snow rates across all of southern Michigan.”
- "National Guard is assisting stranded motorists in Oklahoma.”
- “Media reports continue to indicate there are several hundred people stranded in cars across northeast Oklahoma.”
Where does this guy actually live, French Polynesia? He's notorious for dropping into weather hotspots, reporting on the local carnage, then in a flash he's gone. Canore has spawned an entire subculture of weather reporters screaming "Do NOT come outside."
When we lived in Florida, all the local channels had goofy guys or petite weather babes who would show up down on the beach as a hurricane was blowing ashore or its outer bands were whipping up momentary breezes. With the petite weather babes, at times it was all they could do to hold on and not get swept away like the little girl's daddy in "Twister" whilst performing a public service to the huddled masses, yearning to get their trees pruned for when a real storm comes.
I recall one particular early morning a few years ago when a Cat 1 fizzled out before it sloshed ashore. Before leaving for work, a PWB (Petite Weather Babe) was on the sand at Miami Beach holding up one of those new wind speed guage thingeys. As she was struggling to maintain her foothold, she held up the gizmo and said "There it is!! Sustained Winds of TEN MILES PER HOUR!!" A couple of other people at work saw that, too, and we had a good laugh over it. Uh....you're about 64 MPH short of having something real to report on! Heh!
I've always wanted to see a sitcom about a Florida based weather reporter's life during hurricane season. You couldn't get much more foolish than it already is.
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