Quote for 8-29-14

Being rich is no measurement of accumulated possessions or money, the more life you have lived, the more people you’ve touched, helped and influenced, the goals you have achieved and the level and quality of respect and love you have acquired for everyone and everything is what really counts when time comes to an end.

How the Nebraska Cornhuskers Almost Killed ‘Workaholics’ Star Adam DeVine

Growing up in Nebraska and being a die hard Nebraska Cornhuskers fan I completely understand where fellow Nebraskan and star of Workaholics Adam DeVine is coming from.  Go Big Red.

The comedian grew up bleeding Husker red, and also bleeding a lot in general

By | August 27, 2014

When Rolling Stone asked me to write an article about why I loved the Nebraska Cornhuskers, I thought about writing “Cornhuskers fucking rule” about eight-hundred times and calling it a day.

I didn’t do that. I did, however, fall into a YouTube hole of Husker clips from when I first became a fan in ’94 and ’95. I watched for a weird amount of hours, I got goose bumps when I heard the tunnel music and yelled “He is the truth” alone in my bedroom while watching Tommie Frazier complete “The Run.” I legit almost cried a few times. I realized that the Nebraska Cornhuskers football program means a lot to me – some people might think too much. Those people are dicks. It’s more than football to me; it was my childhood, it was my memories.

I moved to Nebraska from Waterloo, Iowa when I was 9 years old. I guess I was a Hawkeyes fan but the Hawks sucked asshole at football, so I really didn’t care, and truthfully, neither did the rest of the state. Nebraska was a different story though. People were bonkers for Big Red football. It wasn’t a game. It was a way of life and I was a foreigner in a strange land. So it was either chug the Big Red Kool-Aid or become ostracized. Since I was 9, I didn’t know what the word ostracized meant (still don’t, looked it up to sound smart) but I loved Kool-Aid, so I chugged that shit.

I had only been living in Omaha a few months when we won the first of many championships in the ’90s. I can remember the moment so vividly. After the win my newly acquired friends and I all piled into my mom’s minivan and went to downtown Omaha. It was a riot, but instead of setting things on fire and turning over cars (which happens in my new hometown of Los Angeles whenever a team wins a championship), people were dancing in the streets, college girls were flashing elementary school kids and everyone was drinking. My mother was clueless that my friends and I stole three Miller High Lifes from the cooler before we left the house. I was “drunk,” I saw breasts and my new team were national champs…I was a fan.

The mascot of the Nebraska Cornhuskers

The mascot of the Nebraska Cornhuskers waves during a game in 1988 in Tempe, Arizona. (Photo: Mike Powell/Getty Images)

The following summer I rocked Nebraska clothing in a real way. My favorite piece was a Looney Tunes Nebraska shirt with all of the characters dressed up in Husker gear. Ballin’. I was riding my bike with my friends and sporting my fav Looney Tunes shirt when we decided to go buy some RazzMatazz suckers from the gas station to see whose tongue would turn the bluest. My friend Shane crossed the street first and yelled, “Come on.” He was pumped to eat sugar and meant “come on” as in “let’s go.” I took it to mean “the coast is clear” and ran across the street with my bicycle. I didn’t make it to the other side.

I woke up two weeks later in the hospital. My mom was there and explained to me that I was hit by a 32-ton cement truck. I was lucky to be alive and after many (26) surgeries I would be able to walk again. It was a several-year process to walk without the assistance of crutches. I was in a wheelchair for most of this time.

When football season rolled back around I was next-level pumped. By this point in my recovery I had watched every single Jean-Claude Van Damme movie in existence and there was little else for me to do. I wasn’t masturbating yet. I needed my Huskers. The ’95 season was amazing; they crushed every opponent on their way to back-to-back national championships. I felt like they were playing for me, a lil’ crippled boy cheering for the Huskers from his wheelchair.

Obviously they weren’t and I was just a prepubescent kid that thought the world revolved around him, but it gave me hope and that’s what I needed. As I would do my rehab, I remember thinking “I am training just like the Huskers. I am the 10-year-old Grant Wistrom.” But instead of training to destroy the offensive line, I was training to walk in a straight line without falling over.

Everyone has a reason they like their particular college football team. Mine is that the Huskers helped me through a time in my life that would have been unbearable without having Saturdays to look forward to. This past season the Huskers gave a young cancer patient, Jack Hoffman, a chance to live out his dream of being a Husker by scoring touchdown during the preseason “Red and White” game. The Huskers get it. They know the type of impact they can have on a young person going through a hard time. College football is more than a game – it’s the memories. But remember that your team sucks and the Cornhuskers fucking rule!

Quote for 8-27-14

“Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody’s business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can.”

-Thomas Merton

Quote for 8-26-14

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.

-John Lennon

TED Tuesday

I’ve decided to add a weekly TED talk to my blog.  For those of you who aren’t familiar with TED Talks it’s a company that holds conferences around the country.  Their motto is “Ideas worth Spreading”   At these conferences speakers come and deliever a talk under 20 minutes.  The topics vary but the underlying premise is the same.  The speaker wants to help you to rethink about a certain issue and hopes that it will change your world.

This Weeks talk:

Elizabeth Gilbert muses on the impossible things we expect from artists and geniuses — and shares the radical idea that, instead of the rare person “being” a genius, all of us “have” a genius. It’s a funny, personal and surprisingly moving talk.

Elizabeth Gilert’s : Your Elusive Creative Genius

Quote for 8-25-14

“Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path. No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded. Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has ruined everything. Keep passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it- which of these two attitudes is the least destructive? I do not know.”

-Paulo Coelho Eleven Minutes