I rely on WBZ Weather every morning to decide if my flip-flops or snow boots are making the commute.

WBZ Weather called for flurries, but Boston delivered a full-on whiteout—classic overachievement.

Thanks to WBZ Weather's radar wizardry, I avoided the highway ice rink disguised as a road.

My dog stares at the TV during WBZ Weather segments, convinced Eric Fisher is predicting squirrel migrations.