Streeeeeeeeeetching the news
There were some agonizing moments at the end of the 11 Wednesday as we watched the happy talk go on and on and on. Not sure what happened. First, Stan swallowed his mic or something, then coughed it back up. Then Stan, Darcel and Cuevas sat at the desk, droning on about the weather for-seemingly-ever.
Is it gonna rain? When’s it gonna rain? How much is it gonna rain? Is it gonna rain on the fireworks? JESUS, people.
Then Cuervo had to go where all the cheesey weather goofs go – “Well, I’ll see what I can do about that.”
NOTE TO CUEVAS: You are not God. You do not control the weather. You cannot even tell me if it’s going to rain tomorrow with any certaintude, much less “see what you can do” about the weather on Monday. Stop acting like you are God.
Sheesh.
Weather passion
Speaking of the weather, you posters have been waging a low-level bombing attack on one another about who’s the best weather personality. I started it when I said I liked Bettes pretty well. Others have said they like Cabana Boy Cuevas. Here’s a sampling:
Weather dude:
I can assure you that Bettes is more passionate about weather than Cuevas. Both are nice guys, but overall, Bettes handled the WNC weather the best out of the two!
Another Weather “Gal”:
If you check accuracy, I think you will find that Cuevas hit the mark many more times than Bettes. Cuevas seems more concerned with getting it right than Bettes ever did.
Actually, Weather Gal, if you chickety-checked yourself, you’d know that not a single damn weather reader at the local TV station (Cuevas as chief meteorologist included) correctly predicted the massive string of thunderstorms that hit us earlier this week, causing quite severe flooding damage in parts across the mountains.
Cuevas is, hands down, the worst weather guy we’ve had at the station in awhile.
Le doesn’t quack under pressure
My goodness, we could hardly believe it. John “Punnyman” Le made it through a report about a mama duck outside the Super Wal-Mart without once using the phrase “just ducky.”
Good for you, Le.
One question, though: Why do you always have both hands out when you talk? Palms are down, like you’re ready to play the piano, or palms are up, like you’re seeking manna from heaven. Is that an old news trick we don’t know about that somehow adds gravitas to your reportage? Do you talk like that in real life? What gives?