New Year's Eve: 3, 2, 1... Meh.

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The winter holiday season is coming to a close. While it’s been well documented that I’m a #ThanksgivingGuy, and you’d be hard pressed to find someone who isn’t a fan of Christmas, I think a lot of us can agree that the holiday season’s “finale,” New Year’s Eve, Is the season’s low point.

The time leading up to New Year’s Eve can be fun, but the meat of the holiday itself is only from about 11:30 at night until midnight. It’s the horse racing of holidays. It happens really fast and then when it’s over some people are elated, others are pissed, but most don’t really care. When the clock strikes 12:01, everyone looks at each other with a, “what should we do now?” look. Then you go home and go to bed.

Good times.

I don’t even like going out for New Year’s Eve (in fairness, I’m not really a big nightlife guy any time of the year).

But Matt, you’ve got to experience New Year’s Eve in Times Square at least once.

No I don’t.

That looks like it couldn’t be less fun. Every year when I watch on TV I think things like, “I know it’s New York City, but where are those people parking?” “Jeez, have fun getting an Uber tonight.” And “Oh my god, what do you do if you have to take a leak?”

If all you want to do is see the ball that they drop, I’m pretty sure you can go any other time of year and see it because it stays up the whole year. I saw it in late November. Sure, it’s not lit up, but it’s easy to so some quick math and figure out what that would look like.

On a related note, growing up in Pennsylvania, it’s a common practice for towns to drop things for New Year’s Eve. Everything from wrenches to shoes, candy to flowers, even edible bologna. I mentioned this phenomenon to some friends of mine down in Florida and received that quizzical expression you get from your dog when they’re confused. Maybe it’s a regional thing. Who knew? Not me.

Obviously, I’m not a huge New Year’s Eve guy (see all the reasons listed above), but I love New Year’s Day. Now THAT'S a holiday. As a sports fan, you get more great college football than you could ever wish for (including UCF in the Peach Bowl! Go Knights! Charge On!) and, of course, the NHL Winter Classic. Plus, there’s normally some great food involved.


Regardless of whether or not you’re a fan of New Year’s Eve or it’s far superior holiday sibling, New Year’s Day, I hope you make 2018 a great year, and remember if it doesn’t go well, just blame the year itself for all your problems the way most people on the internet do!

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