Today is one of the days I LEAST look forward to. If there were a way I could take a 24-hour sleeping pill and not wake up until the next day, I would do so without hesitation.

NEW YEAR’S (BLANKING) EVE.

I don’t see why people need to get drunk just to celebrate the changing of a calendar. Nothing about your life is going to be magically better because the last digit (or digits) on the end of the date are going to be higher. Credit card companies are not going to magically forgive your debts, you are not going to be able to magically trade in your old car for a shiny new model without having to pay anything, and relationships which are broken are not magically going to be fixed.

In 2007, ESPN Radio personality Colin Cowherd summed it up best for me. He said New Year’s Eve was amateur night, a night where people in crummy jobs get dressed up and think they’re big shots. Those who have good money, those who are famous, aren’t going to bother with the crap that goes on New Year’s Eve. They can have New Year’s Eve whenever and wherever they want.

I don’t go out late on New Year’s. I don’t go to parties. In fact, if I ever get asked to a New Year’s Eve party, I’m going to say no and not give it a second thought.

The only New Year’s Eve I have ever been out past 9 p.m. was on the last day of 1995, when I was returning to my home in New Orleans from the Superdome, having watched the Sugar Bowl between Virginia Tech and Texas. My objective that evening was to get out of the Dome as fast as possible and high tail it home before the drunks were out in force.

This will be the fifth consecutive year I have celebrated the new year in a hotel room. It’s one of the few times during the school year I can get away for an extended period.

I rang in 2011 in Omaha, and the temperature overnight plunged to 5 below zero. The next morning as I loaded my car for the trip home, there was a bunch of pop cans exploded and frozen. Learned my lesson there.

The last four years i have been in Kansas City for the new year. In 2012 and 2013, I celebrated in my room at the Kansas City Airport Marriott. Unfortunately, I was banned for an incident i did not commit, and was forced to find new lodging. Therefore, it’s now been the Courtyard on Tiffany Springs Parkway.

I’m glad it’s bitterly cold outside. Serves all the drunks going out tonight right. Only thing that would be better would be snow. Then again, I would rather not have to drive on the snow.