The Rake Magazine

There comes a point with all the great ones, be they ballplayers or weathermen, where the amazing becomes commonplace. It is what happens from that point on -- with the concomitant immensity of unreasonable expectation figuring in every future forecast -- that a weatherman can step proudly upward into the inner sanctum of greatness. In the process he leaves the merely great in his wake.

It is clear to me that the Dutchman regards Trenda as his one true rival for entry into the inner-sanctum. To that end, I submit that predicting the weather five months ahead of time with that level of accuracy pushes the Dutchman into an area where Trenda would fear to tread.