Shep Hayes

Nothing. A whole lot of nothing.

With Blake Griffin out, I just want to let Jerry Colangelo, Coach K and the fans of USA Basketball to know I am available to play in the London Olympics in about two weeks. Let me be your savior as you try to win the gold metal. As you can see from my tryout video, I am very skilled at the sport of basketball and I also look great in shorter-length shorts. I am also younger than every member of the Dream Team. If any of the above parties would like me to play for them, I can be reached at shep [at] shephayes [dot] com. It’s NOT okay to contact this poster with other services or comercial interests. 

Good job, everyone. Good effort. 

[Via TBJ Facebook]

This was the second most requested song on Maine’s most popular pop station yesterday, which basically means you should never crowdsource music opinions to people from Maine.

(On the other hand, they did request Call Me Maybe the most, which is a much more bearable song and also a prime candidate for Song of Summer, so maybe we’re not all terrible)

Went looking for a post tonight and discovered it is actually gone. 

Went looking for a post tonight and discovered it is actually gone. 

John Tortorella can’t wait for the day when reporters will be able to translate blinks of his eyes into “no,” saving him from the excessive physical hassle of having to open his mouth to say the exact same thing. 
via Bruce Arthur/Instagram

John Tortorella can’t wait for the day when reporters will be able to translate blinks of his eyes into “no,” saving him from the excessive physical hassle of having to open his mouth to say the exact same thing. 

via Bruce Arthur/Instagram

I’ve just been informed it’s “every siren is a symphony” not “every silence is a symphony.” I apologize for this egregious error and can find me for the next hour or longer in the bathroom, crying. My world has come crashing down. Every tear is a waterfall, indeed. 

In which I discover Friday Night Lights, long after most everyone else

On the recommendation of a friend, I’m now fifteen episodes into the first season of the TV series after starting on either Friday or Saturday night (I really can’t remember—the past few days have been a blur trying to finish up a project). The book is on my desk and I’m 20 pages in. I’ll watch the movie soon and download After Friday Night Lights when I’ve finished the original. In short, I’ve finally discovered the Friday Night Lights franchise. I don’t know why this overdose is happening now, but it was bound to occur eventually.

And HOLY SHIT is it amazing. I don’t know how I got away with not consuming these before now (I saw about five minutes of one episode of the TV show and the final scene of the movie, but I don’t recall what happened). I’ve obviously made more headway on the series than anything else, but it seems excellent at this point. Maybe I’ll write words on growing up in a small town and the one I’m watching on TV seems just like it, but for know I don’t know how to do that without seeming cliché. 

Rubenstein: Does Jon Gruden blink?

RGIII: [laughs] No, I don’t think he does. He says some, uh … [continues laughter]

Rubenstein: I have to ask. It’s part of my job.

RGIII: Oh, man. Jon Gruden’s awesome. That’s all I can say about Jon Gruden. 

Dan Rubenstein, doing the important dirty work for us little folk. 

via SB Nation