Someone out there is getting texts from friends after they watched the hockey show asking about those sports books they’re obsessed with and if they’re anything like Heated Rivalry and they’re texting back like, “the first one is called The foxhole court and they’re totally like HR, you should read them!!!” while they’re the embodiment of the grinch smiling gif and this brings me more joy than I can ever express to you.
the initials of Heated Rivalry (HR) might look like they’re a reference to the characters’ names (Hollander & Rozanov) but it actually stands for Human Resources, which is what Hayden Pike called when he learned his best bud too pure for this world been getting cracked six ways to Sunday for over a decade by none other than the Russian embodiment of Disney’s Dicks on Ice
game changers was so funny because when Scott came out everyone was just like “as long as it’s not with Rozanov”
and there’s Shane who goes “but daddy, I love him” 🥺
keeping track of the people who know Shane’s secret.
the 40 year old captain in the room 1222.
the girlfriend who knew Shane’s stroke game was NOT her fault.
the paramedic who heard him say, “Ilya.”
the nurse who saw Shane’s BP go from 110 to 80 in five seconds and rushed to check on him only to find his career rival at his bedside, holding his hand.
I still wrestle with the catharsis of acting. I don’t end up playing a lot of likable characters, so I find myself living in a lot of unlikable skin. As a result of that I don’t always feel good. I get a lot more catharsis from taking pictures or painting or making short films. You have some control. I think all art—if it’s good—is a result of really trying to create something that you can’t put into words. Where language ends is where good art begins.
