heated rivalry | Good Times with Jess

What just happened?!

I have no issue with the three feet of snow, especially considering we didn’t lose power. The most challenging part was the third snow day.

I was mentally prepared for one. Then when we woke up Monday morning, I was mentally prepared for Tuesday to be a snow day too. But Wednesday really blindsided me.

Then someone said they didn’t think it was safe to go back Thursday.

It is NOT safe for them to stay home. They are at each other’s throats. I sent them outside Tuesday and I could still hear them screaming at each other.

Granted the first time I sent them out, they got stuck and were screaming for help.

They went out Monday as soon as the wind was dying down. It took them 20 minutes to make their way from the garage to the front door. The door could not be opened because of the three feet of snow.

I yelled through the closed door,

“Go back to the garage!”

They made it halfway and then there was more screaming. I had to put on my snow pants and rescue RB. They marched straight into the house. BB yelled at the living room,

“Alexa! Why did our mom send us out in the blizzard?”

“If you’ve been cooped up inside because of a blizzard, she probably wanted you to get some fresh air.”

BB nodded.

Everyone is much more amenable with Alexa than they are with me.

I didn’t want anyone to miss a moment. I tell them,

“This is the biggest snowstorm of our lives! I don’t know if we’ll ever see a bigger one!”

“Can we stay in?”

“Yes, but we’re going out tomorrow!”

The next day I spent hours shoveling the two front steps. My children tried to frolic nearby, but could only stagger around. BB struggled through snow up to her waist and RB tried to stay in BB’s footsteps or else she couldn’t go anywhere at all.

BB came to me,

“I hate to say this, but this is too much snow.”

“I know.”

“I would rather have seven to eight inches.”

Anything less than two feet is starting to sound very reasonable.

And not to go on and on about Heated Rivalry, but I need you to know I traded in ESPN for HBO Max. I feel very good about this.

My targeted ads know full well what I’m up to. My ad stream looks like this:

Cat litter box
Cat tree
Cat litter box
Sex pillow
Cat food
Cat litter box
Sex pillow
Cat tree
Sex pillow

After watching, rewatching and rewatching Heated Rivalry, I know full well that this sex pillow does not need to be for HER. There are a couple hockey players who would enjoy it too.

It took me an absurd amount of mindless scrolling to realize these weren’t just regular pillows. I told Captain,

“Litter boxes and sex pillows have taken over my feed.”

“Two things I never thought we’d have.”

Huh.

I’m not surprised he never thought we’d have a litter box. But a sex pillow? Doesn’t seem so far fetched.

We now own a litter box, a cat tree, a cat bed and many, many pillows. They’re just waiting for their chance to identify as a sex pillow.

If all goes well, our new, fluffy, baby kitty will be arriving after we get back from Austria. And believe it or not, we’re all excited for MORE snow.

Sending my children out into the blizzard.

I don’t know who’s more photogenic, the plow or our house. This is also the moment that our mailbox got plowed back in after we’d cleared it out.
I’ve decided we don’t need mail until May.

Guys! Heated Rivalry! I’m OBSESSED! And I don’t even identify as someone who watches TV.

I checked out the HBO Max Roku stick from the library Saturday and finished watching the season by Tuesday.

Then I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I watched the whole thing a second time.

I have the Roku til Friday, so maybe there’ll be a third. Especially if Captain wants to watch it with me.

He hasn’t watched it yet, but he’s a big fan of what it’s done to me. He told me,

“I may need to get a hockey stick.”

So I made a joke about his stick.

But really no hockey equipment is required to role play this show. Really not much of anything is required.

Although after a quick Google search for photos for this blog I may be in the market for a Boston Raiders jersey.

Then the other day Captain talked to me about the snow storm. He looked out the window at the driveway and wondered if he’d have to blow it.

You know where I went with that.

I can’t stop.

And with a second season coming out at some point, which I know I’ll need to watch a few times, it makes me reconsider our streaming bundles.

Right now we have the Disney+, Hulu, ESPN bundle, but why do we need ESPN if we can get hockey on HBO Max?

I asked Google,

“Why am I obsessed with Heated Rivalry?”

There is no definitive answer, but I’m not alone. Everyone is obsessed. The amount of Heated Rivalry apparel out there is impressive.

It’s funny, sexy, the love story is gorgeous and Ilya and Shane’s chemistry is INSANE.

A month ago a friend in Australia texted me,

“Have you watched Heated Rivalry?”

“I haven’t even heard of it!”

Then there was book club a couple weeks ago and the entire second half of our discussion was devoted to the show.

People wouldn’t even answer my questions. They kept saying,

“You just have to watch it.”

So I did. Again and again and probably again.

Post book club and mid group chat, someone mentioned watching it during their lunch break.

Lunch break?!? I couldn’t fathom it, until days later I was rewatching it during my lunch break.

Then my morning zumba class was cancelled and I found myself alone on the treadmill. Usually I’d walk briskly to a 90’s cardio mix, but then it dawned on me….

I found the Heated Rivalry soundtrack and I walked it out like I was in a workout sesh from the show.

If you haven’t watched it yet, I’m not sure what you’re waiting for. If it’s because the library doesn’t have the HBO Max Roku stick, I return mine this Friday.