I remember as a kid really wanting to see what happens when the ball drops on New Years Eve to welcome in the New Year. I figured it was something awesome and breath-taking. Needless to say, I was sorely disappointed once  was finally allowed to stay up to see it. I have no desire to travel to NYC to freeze my buns off for hours, watch a slew of terrible bands, celebrities I don’t care about, drunken idiots on the streets, all for the finale of a ball that slowly and boringly drops as the clock strikes midnight.