I was originally excited that the game was at 4:35. Get to sleep in and still leaves some time to get some stuff done around the house, grab a nice lunch with the wife, and go to the store to get snacks before ordering pizza and wings.
Fast forward to game day: weird mix of “still drunk from drinking and watching Bills YouTube videos all night”/hangover, woke up at 4:45am, no chance I’m leaving my house today except to walk my dog, and wishing to god the game started at 10am.