"We wuz robbed."

Like kids anticipating a Snow Day, Id say most New Yorkers were gleefully looking forward to being socked in by several feet of snow, the city shut down, to have a day they could boast about for generations, where stories, experiences, lies and damned lies could be generated to treasure and retell forever.

Seminal events like Chicago's 79 blizzard, or the 'Storm of the Century' from the years 1948, 1960 and 1996.

A storm of the kind that people still make movies and write books about.

But no.

Sunday morning, slack-jawed and disbelieving, we listened to the forecast on New York 1, telling us that the deeply anticipated blizzard wasnt going to be.

Upstate New York was gonna get our promised 2 feet of snow instead as the storm tracked up the coast rather than going out to sea as expected.

WTF?!!! Who the fuck CARES about upstate?!!! We were PROMISED a show!!!

So, we were left looking forlornely at our supplies of comfort food, sitting there stacked in piles waiting for the several days of idleness for when the awaited Nor'easter shut down the city.

Instead we got snow that has barely made a trace, a half inch at best to this point, melting on the warm and heavily salted streets.

Sure, they promise copious amounts of snow, wind, floody and stinky weather for the next few days. But it's not the same.

We wuz robbed of a blizzard of a lifetime.

Dammit.
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