Forgive my inner Chicken Little, but I believe the sky is falling and I believe that means the apocalypse is officially upon us. After all, it is 2012, the year both the Mayans and, more importantly, John Cusack have specified as our last. And while sticklers will point out that the object falling is a skycam and not the actual sky, or explain how Chicken Little was a parable for chilling the hell out, bunker construction at my house begins tonight.

Perhaps if this had been the Chick-fil-a Bowl or the Famous Idaho Potato Bowl, I wouldn’t be so convinced, but this is the Insight Bowl. And what better insight to provide your viewership than "stock up on water and non-perishable goods, it’s going to be a heck of a year."