Kevin Durant Thanks His Momma

NBA MVP 2014.
I saw this clip on ESPN while taking an extended study break and I like instantly starting crying. I hopped on the computer and found the segment that triggered my kleenex moment, watched it again to the same effect and knew I had to post this.

It really helped put things into perspective. I was stressing about the five finals coming up in a week an a half… and its currently 3:45am as I write this post before catching some light sleep. KD earned his money. It may seem silly that a man can make millions, hundreds of millions for playing basketball (or any professional sport), and I’m not going to argue talent versus genetics, he surpassed King James this year which is no small feat. The point I want to make is that he is a permanent public figure now.. he’s no longer affecting this world on a limited purpose. He’s got charities and businesses up the wazoo.. and he’s got the humbleness and the heart to back it up. This is kind of speech you dream about seeing players give. Genuine.

Baby Steps.. I’m only almost 1/3 of the way there. It felt amazing when i got my 100th career wrestling win (on my last high school wrestling match).. I have a feeling that in another 2 years from now, there will be one of the many substantial moments in my life coming into focus. Now.. I like Finding Julesy (Finding Nemo); Just keep reading, just keep reading, reading reading.

I can’t wait to thank my mom!

For the whole speech.. click here:

See also: Dennis Rodman 1989 Defensive Player of the Year
@ 3:10

4 Chords, 35 Songs on a Guitar

Ok Ok Ok, Quick Obvious Disclaimers:
1) this isn’t me.. shocking I know.. if it was I’d be making instructional videos and playing for change on the sidewalk… not ordering Chinese food and studying for law exams
2) This isn’t the original video that spurred all these spin offs.
The original video should be credited to this guy:

And if he’s not the true original, I don’t care, because I can’t get in contact with Pachebel himself.

True Wheel of Fortune: “Why risk another spin?!”

Disclaimer: The laughter that this video is likely to generate is hopefully that of true kindness.

When I say I think there should be more contestants like this on game shows.. its not to inflate ratings to poke fun at.. (struggling for the appropriate terminology) challenged individuals. No, I would not regularly watch a show called Wheel of Misfortune, because that title is rude and the malicious intent would kill any beneficial results that this contestant may have experienced. Without talking in circles for another hour. This is a must watch, it was nice to see genuine, unabashed happiness from a kid with more personality then the average joe.

The thing about TV game shows that I find this to be a very effective and possibly charitable tool is its ability to convey a message to the viewers, the general public, for compassion for others. Game shows are apart of our social fiber, our moral makeup, our grey matter. It is hard to vocalize exactly how the Pat Sajak’s, the Trebek’s, Philbin’s and Bob Barker’s of the world have left their imprint of me.. or us.. or you.. but they invariably do. Collective Efficacy. They’re our Media Moms. Our Drama Dads. Our D-List Morals.

In end, this scene was probably missed by the 99%, so I take out the 10 minutes out of my day to recirculate a gem that should that should be lost but not forgotten.

(Yes, I Reddit)

State of the Julesy Address

Dear life,

I hate leaving the library near 11pm and the little eateries near my apartment are all closed.

I hate how I haven’t unrolled my yoga mat from the corner of my room in almost 2 months.

I hate how often my printer runs out of blue  ink, although all I’m printing is black and white

I hate how the recipe for pancakes yield 12-14 fat frisbees, yet the 2 i get from Ihop are just as bad as the homemade dozen

I hate how long I left the last load of laundry in the dryer. Are they still clean after 4 days?

I hate how many pens I’ve lost this semester, especially since the refills I bought for them are now in limbo.

I hate how difficult it is to decide whether to go to sleep or not. To stay up to catch up or go to bed behind in the count

I hate  that the red sox game was rained out today, since a double header tomorrow is way too distracting.

I hate all this sitting, all this coffee and medication.

I hate not being able to be me, to do things that make me feel complete.

I hate not going for runs, to concerts, friends houses, and to girls blouses. lol

I hate all the things law school makes me do,

But that’s ok, I accept that.

I accept the 10 pounds I’ve gained, the all nighter’s I’ve pulled, the sweatpants I’ve worn to class, the shear number of fiber one bars I’ve consumed, chewing gum, k-cups, incense, all these things that keep me on the straight and narrow.

I think back to the words of my mother.. “forgo momentary pleasure for future gain” and her father’s words to her “baby doll, this too shall pass”

It’ll all be worth it. I just don’t have it yet. I guess the only reason I’m upset is because the two main things I value most in life.. Love and health have been slipping.. See the fried chicken and beer red sox of 2012… But I haven’t needed Tommy John, but maybe only Jimmy John to get by. i could make a million baseball references of trying to prepare for the wicked “curveball” the “professor” might throw my way. With a starting 5 man rotation of: Rivers-James, Katz, Levine, Exum, and Dunham. With Parish and Perkins as bench/pitching coaches..

I’d like to think… as step up to the plate (for finals) for the 2nd time.. The 2nd of only 6 plate appearances. I just want to make contact. I know I’m not going to strike out. I’ve worked too hard to strike out. I know I can foul off a few questions, bullshit a correct response here and there.. but I want a fucking base hit eventually. No hit by pitches please. Please dont tell me 10 minutes before the end of the exam that the question was flawed and that my answer is irrelevant to the intent of the teacher. Please dont throw a knuckle ball that has to do with a latin term that I never studied and cant even give a confident reaction to. Please for the love of all that is holy-guacamole, may these next two weeks go by with gusto and poise. With grace. And that the feeling of then being a rising 2L makes a significant and lasting impression on career of this young legal prospect.


Go Red Sox and Go Me.


Good luck and good night.


Jules Russell Toraby