I need to have a talk with Phil

Six more weeks of winter — I think not.

Groundhog Day was last week and I’m starting to put this prognostication holiday together. I’ve found that if you predict a Super Bowl will be held the following Sunday you’re only wrong one-out-of-seven times.

That’s pretty good odds. Double down by predicting that Tom Brady, Bill Belichick and the New England Patriots will be in that Super Bowl and you’ve got easy money.

But hold on right there, I could never bet on the Patriots to win a Super Bowl because they’re cheaters and I hate them. I might, however, bet on whether or not Lady Gaga will experience a wardrobe malfunction during the half time show. After all, she’s known for wearing a costume made of bacon. You never know when a pack of pit bulls is going to get loose at a Super Bowl.

I know, all you regular readers out there are saying to yourself, “he sure sings a different tune when his Broncos aren’t in the big game.”

OK, maybe I did get a little excited last year, but there was a Super Bowl without Tom Brady in it and my team won!

This year has been a hard blow for us faithful Broncos fans. That’s right. We finally experienced January like a Cleveland Browns fan. That’s rough. No football and still too early for yard work.

Unfortunately for us all, just as we thought we had broken free of the terrible early February “Groundhog Day” time loop, suddenly we wake like Bill Murray to find that Tom Brady’s still in the Super Bowl and the Browns still stink.

Even serving a four-game sentence for Deflate-gate, Brady still comes ups smelling like a rose. Captain America my eye, more like Captain Innocent for the way he’s always acting — and I do mean acting.

As a Bronco fan from long ago, I took a vow to be a Raider-hater for life but that’s getting harder and harder to do. I’m not too sure the Black-hole crowd will follow them to Vegas, but half the disillusioned Cowboy fans might. Heck, I might even be hollering Viva Las Vegas on a weekend when the Broncos invade The Strip.

But in real life, for me there’s too much to hate about the Patriots and Brady to waste any of my time on the Raiders. I’m determined to quit waking up from this bad dream where Brady hoists the Lombardi Trophy above a confetti-littered field.

It’s just not fair and I intend to do something about it.

Six weeks from now, when the snow has receded from Gobbler’s Knob, Pennsylvania, I intend to sneak into Punxsutawney Phil’s burrow and have a little talk with the rodent. I’m not above threats either.

I’m pretty confident that Punxsutawney Phil’s next prognostication will include a Super Bowl victory for the Denver Broncos.

Karl Terry writes for Clovis Media Inc. Contact him at: [email protected]