A little something to carry us over until tomorrow <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mgUvN9a-seQ?showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VlDNIDfSpMw?showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> Also included is DownToBuck's legendary video descriptions: Spoiler "I would now like to bring up to the podium Mr. Donatas Motiejunas, the new honorary director of the Schaub Memorial Orphanage!" To a rousing chorus of applause, Donatas sheepishly got up from his seat and walked up to the front. His dream was coming true. When he got to the podium and squinted through the bright lights at all the people smiling at him, he knew that his life's purpose had been fulfilled. "Thank you, thank you," he said, smiling broadly. "It is such privilege to stand here with such great group of people. This truly is new chapter in taking care of orphans in Houston metro area." A select group of the orphanage's most well-behaved children was sitting on the floor in front of him, patiently enduring the self-congratulatory ceremony with no true understanding. When Donatas looked down at them and saw their smiling faces, he couldn't help but smile even wider in return. Then, the memories came flooding back... ---- "Please, Donatas, please? Can't we please just sit by the fireplace while you are away?" Donatas pulled on his coat. "No, Marija, I've told you. Children should not be allowed near the fireplace without supervision. I will be gone for only a few minutes, and when I get back, I promise we can all gather around the fire and sing songs." "We promise to be careful!" piped up another child, a boy by the name of Vitalijus. "Yes, we promise!" Marija echoed. "It is so drafty in our rooms and the fire is so warm!" Sighing, Donatas finally gave in to their pleas. "Okay. Just this once I will break the rules for you. But don't tell any of the nurses! They would never let me back if they knew what I was doing." "Yippee! Donatas said we can sit by the fireplace!" Marija shouted, running off to inform her fellow orphans. "Be careful!" Donatas yelled. They had been so persistent, and their lives were so tragic, how could you not grant concessions to them? The store was just three blocks down the road, and the shopping list was shortened by the budgetary limits of the orphanage: milk, bread, and honey. Oh, how the children loved those things. A normal child would clamor for sweets and cookies, but the children of the orphanage appreciated the things they had. He knew they were good children. They would be careful. - As Donatas browsed the meager honey selection of the tiny shop, his attention was diverted to the sound of a siren coming from far away, yet drawing closer. Suddenly, the small town's lone fire engine zoomed past the windows of the shop, lights flashing. Feeling a pronounced unease deep within him, he grabbed two jars of honey blindly off the shelf and hurriedly paid for his items. When he stepped back onto the street, he saw that his worst nightmare was coming true. The orphanage was engulfed in fire. Dropping his bags, Donatas ran to the scene. The single fire truck sat empty as a group of ten volunteer firefighters attempted to quell the ravenous inferno. From inside the building came the anguished screams of the children, the very children who had been entrusted to his care, now being burned alive. One of them screamed the name of her favorite caretaker, and something in Donatas' mind snapped. "Let me through! I have to save the orphans!" Donatas shouted, charging at the entryway. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms were around his waist, holding him back. "You can't go in there, sir! The smoke will overwhelm you before you set two feet over the threshold!" Donatas struggled against the police officer who was bearhugging him. "NO! Please! The orphans!" he screamed, tears pouring out of his eyes. "Pranciskus! Mindaugas! Liudvika! Donatas is coming to save you!" The fire continued to burn out of control, seemingly undaunted by the two small firehoses which were aimed at it. From every window poured a choking black smoke, but in none of them was the face of a child begging to be saved. The screams from inside the building, which had been so plentiful, were becoming less and less. A firefighter emerged from the front door carrying a small, charred body. Suddenly feeling very week, Donatas collapsed, only held upright by the police officer who still had his arms around him. "No. No..." ---- "Mr. Motiejunas? Is everything okay?" Donatas blinked confusedly as he came back to his senses. The audience was awaiting more words. For how long had he retreated back into the torturous tunnels of recollection? "Yes, I am fine. I am just very overwhelm by being named honorary director," Donatas said, smiling away the concerned look of the PR Director. "These beautiful children speak for themselves, and I promising to take good care of them with help from the excellent staff of the orphanage." There was another loud burst of applause. Donatas nodded humbly and stepped away from the podium. In his heart, he knew that, with this opportunity, he would atone for his past sins. Spoiler The Schaub Memorial Orphanage was dark. Donatas walked the silent halls, halls which had been decorated by the children's artwork. It was a much more modern place than the orphanage in Lithuania had been. There were just two children in each room, instead of twenty or thirty. There was no fireplace, and even if there had been, there was a state-of-the-art sprinkler system installed. Peeking in one of the bedrooms, Donatas could see two small boys sleeping. Tyler and Michael were their names. Tyler always talked about how he would grow up to play in the NBA just like Donatas did, and when it was time to play outside, he would immediately grab a basketball and begin to shoot on the one hoop that they had been able to afford. Michael, on the other hand, was quiet and preferred to focus on his books. They were both such wonderful children, drawing much interest from foster families in the area. Donatas smiled as the empty canister of gasoline dangled loosely in his hand. Every child in this building was special in their own way, had their own form of potential. It was up to Donatas to ensure that they fulfilled that potential. He turned around and walked back to the front reception area. Behind the glass, the night-watch nurse, working alone as always at this late hour, sat serenely in her chair, her neck slashed and her scrubs bloody. Now, there was nobody present to take care of the children. Donatas would have to be their caretaker on this night. The thought made him swell with pride. Entering the door to the closet that he knew controlled the fire protection system, Donatas was faced with with a control panel of considerable size and complexity. But from his internet research, he knew exactly which series of buttons to press to deactivate the sprinklers. When he was prompted for a password, he entered the default one, which had never been changed. Now, in case of fire, the sprinklers would fail to turn on. Next, Donatas disabled the smoke alarms, using the same insecure password. Now, the fire department would not be notified until it was too late. Donatas returned to the hallway where he had just been. The smell of gasoline was overpowering. He could not tell if his dizziness was caused by the smell or by the excitement of what was to come. Somewhere deep in his mind, he knew that his sanity had lapsed long ago. This thought did not lessen the exhileration, the almost sexual arousal he was experiencing. From his pocket he took out a book of matches and stared at them with wonder. Within a little stick of wood, so much power was held. Much like Donatas himself; he was just one man, but, as the honorary director of the orphanage, he had the power to change the lives of hundreds of others. There would be no more delay. Donatas lit the match and flicked it into the slowly creeping puddle which rested near the wall. Instantaneously, the whole network of corridors was ablaze, and the dark was replaced with infernal light. Donatas knew he couldn't linger. The fire-resistant construction of the building was not fireproof, and his exits would be blocked soon. When the roaring of the fire did finally awaken the children, the inferno would be too intense for them to overcome. Sprinting through the fire-lined halls, Donatas burst through the front doors without so much as a scorch mark adorning his body. After spending a few minutes admiring his handiwork, he took out his cell phone and dialed 911. When his call was answered, he cut off the answering operator with a desperate yell. "Send fire trucks! Send the firemen! The orphanage is on fire! Oh god, the children!" "Calm down sir. You say the orphanage is on fire? The Schaub orphanage?" "Please! Please! The children!" Donatas wailed. "They're all in there, I don't know what happened!" He ended the call before any more details could be extracted. Now, tears began to fall out of his eyes, and even Donatas himself didn't know if they were real tears or just for show. In just minutes, a whole swarm of firetrucks pulled up to the scene. Donatas acted like he had just escaped from the building, and he was immediately greeted by a firefighter as the rest of them got to work at extinguishing the blaze. "Tyler! Michael! Jenny!" Donatas sobbed. "The beautiful children! I have to rescue them!" he turned to run back towards the building, but, as expected, he was again held back. "You can't go in there, man! It's a death trap!" "No! It was my job to protect them!" Donatas yelled, struggling but not too vigorously. He listened carefully, but this time, he could not hear the screams of the children, just the coordination efforts of the firemen and the roar of the fire. The whole building was engulfed now. When the first blackened body was carried out, Donatas collapsed into the arms of the firefighter that still held him. "No...no..." he whispered. But in his mind, something entirely different was whispered. "Yes...yes..."
It seems so long ago since I've seen working post moves. He was our 2nd go-to option for like 2 months this season, and he only played because of the injury to Jones lol. Could of definitely used him this post season for sure. I feel like the Rockets should commit to him as the starting PF of the team.
Probably the most polished post player in the league. Huge loss, his efficiency in the paint and his outside shot would make him a huge weapon against any team, but especially defensive teams that play small and/or pack the paint like warriors and clippers. hope he comes back even better next year.
Great highlights. An extremely underrated player and a rare weapon. Can't wait to see him next season.
I wouldn't go that far ... and I'm a DMo fan. I don't think he's reached his ceiling either .... Sure hope he comes back healthy next season and is able to stay healthy cause he gives the team a lot of options offensively and is really under rated as a defender. (In b4 DMo Vs TJones)
Yeah, as polished his spin moves and hook shots are, he doesn't have a turn-around jumper which is an important part of an elite all-around post-up game.
Please elaborate????? No way D-Mo can handle Jordan or Griffin... So i'm truly not understanding this statement.. T_Man
Neither can capela or smith and capeal offers almost nothing on the offensive end. DMO would give a serious post presence because he can score on anyone.
DMo is a weaker rebounder than both Jones and Smith. He is also not a shot blocker like those two guys. But he is a more disciplined low post defender. His size would bother the shorter Griffin more than either of them. DMo is also a better positional defensive player. He is much better at rotating, less caught out of position. My only gripe about his team defense is he tends to go too high in PnR chasing the ball handler, leaving the middle wide open. It's especially problematic without a good rim protector playing behind him. With Howard there, it's not a big problem. And with Howard, his weakness at rebounding is also less glaring.
Go back and look at the regular season wins @ the Clipper and @ home. See what Dmo did to Griffin. Griffin has trouble with bigger players and Dmo always does a good job on him. Jordan has to cover Howard's athleticism and Dmo would make Griffin work harder on the defensive end expending way more energy than he is in this series. And if Jordan does come for Dmo, remember he's an excellent passer and ball mover from the post and will easily find Howard, a cutter, or a perimeter 3. Dmo would certainly have secured more games easily and maybe another 4-1 series with a Rockets win.
DJ on D-Mo would have oh no for Clips because Donatas is a threat from perimeter and Jordan is useless if not under the rim.
Dude, WTF is that "story" that's spoilered after the videos? I can't believe you posted that. I'm assuming no one has read it, or someone would have already said something. Are you, with all due respect, mentally ill or something of that nature? Bizarre doesn't begin to cover this. Oh, and I enjoyed the actual videos, of course. I enjoyed watching the games more.
Agreed. I think he is pretty close to his ceiling, maybe 90% of the way. Either way he is a Damn good player that we could really use right now and in years to come.
