Well. I’m supposed to be here blogging about Episode 3.8 (what we call it in the biz, 3rd Season, Episode 8, New York, New York) of Friday Night Lights. There’s only one problem. I haven’t actually watched it. I haven’t watched any of my episodes this year. Don’t know if I ever will. I can’t really explain why, it’s just something that I haven’t gotten around to. They are sitting there on my entertainment center, in DVD form. They are also resting on my DVR, ready to be Slingbox’ed to my computer for my viewing enjoyment at any time. They might collect dust for a little while longer. I don’t know when that time will actually come.
I watched Gaius Charles’ exit episodes and was touched beyond belief. The final scene with him flashing that Bazillion gigawatt smile that electrified FNL for three years was just perfect. I wish I could’ve been there, wish Jason would’ve had more interaction with all these other amazing characters on our little show that could, and did. I wish I would’ve had a scene with Jesse Plemons, who basically was my little brother in Austin. I wish I would’ve had more time with Aimee and Connie and Adrianne. It would’ve been a pleasure, but I’ll just sit back and enjoy their work from afar. And applaud them. After those four episodes I stopped watching. Maybe it’s that I just want to remember those five weeks of filming my exit from FNL, as I remember them. Not how they’ve been edited together to fit into 42-minute episodes for commercial enjoyment. That month was slightly surreal. It was wonderfully bittersweet.
So, that’s what I’ll talk about here…the steps that led up to Jason Street leaving Dillon, TX, and how Scott Porter remembers it. I got the call in June that Jason Street would be wrapping up and moving on from FNL, that I was becoming a guest star in Season 3. That his entire exit would be told in four episodes. I was at a comic book convention in Philadelphia (Wizard World) getting ready to go sing karaoke with all my nerdy friends. Jason Katims and Peter Berg called me together on a conference call. Conference call? I knew that wasn’t a good sign. Sure enough they broke the news to me. Thank God for Pete’s straightforward nature, the honesty was refreshing.