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The Emmys

November 11, 2015

Each and every time the thought that I might get nominated came into my head, I pushed it out. I reminded myself how critically successful “The Jinx” had been, how many people had seen it and liked it and how proud I would be of the work, no matter what the Emmy nominations yielded.

The news came first as part of a cryptic e-mail from a colleague, a simple list of six categories, “Best Editing for Nonfiction Programming” among them.

“I think I just got nominated for an Emmy,” I said to Ben on one of our last days in the edit room for his boxing film, “Bleed for This.”

“No way!” he yelled in excitement.

The news was confirmed when my agent called me. “Congratulations,” she said warmly. “I just re-wrote the beginning of your bio, want to hear how it starts?”


“Emmy-nominated editor.” I could tell she was smiling; so was I.

Ben took me to a great lunch and for the rest of the day a bunch of nice texts and congratulation calls trickled in.

I knew a couple of the other editing nominees, and they basically included all of my favorite documentaries that had come out on HBO over the past year. It was a flattering group to be included in. Over email we began to jokingly trash talk with each other.

A few weeks later the invitation came in a thick envelope, “Congratulations nominee” printed boldly on expensive paper. The kicker… the ceremony was to be held on my birthday.

A stylist friend hooked Emily up with some beautiful designer dresses and I was fitted for my tux at the absolute last minute. As I stood half dressed, looking at myself in the mirror, I started to get nervous. No turning back now; it was all really happening.

We flew out to Los Angeles for the Creative Arts Emmy’s, held one week before the big televised event.

The day of the ceremony I was a ball of nerves. We had breakfast and then got ready to leave. Emily looked absolutely beautiful, and we stood together as she tied my bow tie.

“Win or lose, let’s have a blast,” I said.

“It’s not me you have to worry about,” she said with a smile.

I wrote out bullet points of an acceptance speech and practiced it once or twice, but then felt too silly to continue. There was no way we were going to win. I folded it carefully and put it in my pocket.

The team was reunited, with lots of smiles and hugs, as we were whisked down the red carpet. Flashbulbs and confusion about who this group of unrecognizable people are. “It’s the team from the Jinx,” someone said.

A photographer shouted, “Do you think he did it?”