LSU vs. Clemson. The top two college football programs of 2019 are squaring off in a championship showdown for the ages on Monday, January 13th 8pm eastern time. The only problem with the last sentence? 8pm EASTERN TIME. That might not mean anything to you if you live on the East Coast or even in the middle of the country…but if you’re one of the millions of Americans that lives in the Pacific Time Zone, you know exactly what the problem is.
8 pm ET is 5 pm PST, which is wayyy too early for a National Championship game. Most of us are either still at work or commuting home, which is exactly what I will be doing. I work a regular job during the day from 8:30 am – 5:30 pm, so I will end up missing most of the game thanks to Los Angeles traffic (it takes me a little over an hour to make my 22-mile commute. All you people from Ohio and Texas or whereverthefuck need to stop moving here).
Judging by when I’ve come home during the Monday Night Football games this year, the Championship should have something like four minutes left in the third quarter by the time I’m home. I’ll listen to it on the radio on the way home of course, but it’s not the same. In a game that will feature Trevor Lawrence’s (and his hair), Heisman winner Joe Burrow, and Ed Orgeron (watching Ed on the sideline is world-class entertainment in itself), it’s an absolute travesty that I’ll miss most of it. Plus they got Kendrick Lamar performing during the halftime show! Money Trees?? Banger. Not to mention probably the worst part of it all: I’ll miss Ed Orgeron saying “GO TIGAHS” in the pregame interview.
The only thing to say is that there is one more hurtle to go! Go Tigahs! #CFBPlayoff pic.twitter.com/K7vd1HCUXE
— Kirk Hollingsworth (@theUSC) December 29, 2019
All this is to say that it’s the stupidest thing in the world that this game isn’t played over the weekend. I don’t care if they scheduled it for 8 am on Saturday, everyone would still watch it. But for the millions of people like me, I guess we’ll have to settle for a strong end of third and fourth quarter. The NCAA can’t seem to do anything right…except for women’s volleyball, of course.