I more or less single handedly made Thanksgiving dinner for about 17 adults (although my wife made her AMAZING Pumpkin Panna Cotta, Lemon Meringue Baked Alaska, and Maple Carrots as per usual) so I didn't get a chance to do much internetting and only just saw this.

But I do want to say that DiF represents a pretty important part of my life for a few reasons. 

1)  I get to bullshit about movies with my friends.  There is no greater currency in life than exchanging thoughts and ideas with people you love and respect.  This is one of the few things that make humans unique, and anytime yo ucan gather those people together to have significant thoughts exchanged (wether it's over movies, cars, or antique bottle caps) it's a worthy endeavor.

2)  I am better at everything I do professionally because of my fellow DiF'ers and especially everyone here in the forum.  I'm writing again because of DiF because I've gained confidence from the knowledge I've shaved off by brushing up against some severe smarts both in the Cahuenga Labs, and here in Internetia.  All of my skills have leveled up a few times because of residual excellence, so I thank you.

3)  I discussed this on our first anniversary show, but my father was the one who ignited a passion for film and story telling in me.  Though we were very different people, film was our common ground and the avenue through which he felt most comfortable teaching me about his view on life.  Our filmography of watched films reflected that.  I don't mention it much, but my father's demise was not a quick one.  Roughly 2 years before he passed, my father's deteriorating eyesight left him incapable of watching films.  He and I would still "watch," certain films though, and the score and dialogue could take him back and he could recall whole sequences from memory off of those triggers.  But more important was the discussions we would have.  Even films we had seen together countless times could suddenly erupt with new meaning, based on where we were in life.  Therefore, nwe discussion was always to be had.  Every triumph, every betrayal, every heartbreak, every fear, every confusion could then always be buffered by talking about a film.  The weekend before my first pro fight, I could tell my Dad I felt like Kyuzo, and he understood.  After a nasty break up, I could feel like Rick, and he understood.  For two people who had little else in common ground, this was vital.  When my father finally passed, I thought the days of those kind of discussions were over.  I had a few failed attempts at regular movie nights or even movie marathons.  When Teague and Trey told me they were doing DiF, it sounded like a fun idea.  But it wasn't until about 3-4 episodes in that i realized that they were tapping into that strange alchemy that my father and I shared.  I knew I desperately had to be a part of it, and for their sins, they let me in.  I've been truly grateful to be a part of every episode I've been in, and while nothing will ever fully fill in that gap that my father left, Down In Front has been a pretty damn close second.

So thanks, guys.