The show’s tonight.

I dropped out of high school when I was 16.  Until I was hired at CollegeHumor, I wasn’t sure I could pull off the whole show business thing.  I did a month of background work on “Third Watch.”  I toured miserably with a children’s theater company.  I was Scott Caan’s stand-in in a terrible indy film.  And now, eight years later, I have a TV show.  My old drama teacher used to say, “It’s not how much you want something, it’s how long you want it for.”

While my name is all over this project, it doesn’t exist because of me.  It’s because David, Michael, and Scott have pulled four all-nighters a week for the past three weeks in the edit bay.  It’s because Vince nearly threw out his back holding a camera more than ever before in his life.  It’s because Dan and Amir followed through on their writing instincts despite the worst kind of pressure.  It’s because Elaine made do with kisses on the cheek when she was already asleep.  It’s because fifty people synchronously rose to the occasion.

I’m full of pride, embarrassment, and excitement.  Please forgive our self-involvement and, for God’s sake, enjoy.