I usually would have no good reason to be up this early on a Saturday.

Today, I have a good reason.

I have to be at Buffalo Wild Wings by 10 in order to watch LSU play Louisville in the Citrus Bowl, which is sponsored by said restaurant. Georgia Tech and Kentucky kick off at the same time in the Gator Bowl (it’s officially the TaxSlayer Bowl, but seriously?), so there will be another game in case the Bayou Bengals screw it up.

Besides, I’m going to bed early tonight. I am not staying up to watch the ball drop in Times Square, I am not staying up to see whatever celebration the networks have for the Central time zone. No. New Year’s Eve is my least favorite day of the year.

What is so freaking great about the changing of a calendar? We flip the calendar at the end of every month. This is no different. Nothing is going to magically change when you wake up tomorrow and it’s 2017. WHOOOPEEEE. Yes, I want to waste a pile of money on a tuxedo and a lame party with bad food and cheap champagne. That’s my dream.

And people were bitching about last year’s College Football Playoff semifinals interrupting their New Year’s Eve plans? COME ON. Get right, people. If you had that thinking, you are as stupid as the people who think Disney World is the end-all be-all of tourist destinations.

I probably will be out of Buffalo Wild Wings by 8:30. I figure to make a run for it when the Ohio State-Clemson game reaches halftime. The Fiesta Bowl will be a barnburner.

The Peach Bowl should not. I don’t see how Washington stays close to Alabama. The Huskies may be adjusted to Eastern time after the cross-country flight Monday, but it will be a virtual road game, seeing Atlanta is less than four hours east of Tuscaloosa. I don’t see it happening for U-Dub. Crimson Tide in a blowout.