American Gladiators is getting itself a fucking 30 for 30 documentary, and I’m absolutely here for it. Like many young bucks with developing brains in the 1980s, this show sculpted my ideas surrounding being a bad ass, and absolutely dominating with a tennis ball Gatling gun. There was a tennis ball Gatling gun, right?
The dude behind cassette tapes, and by proxy an insane amount of good memories for people my age, has died. Dude’s name was Lou Ottens, and he passed away at the age of 94. What an absolutely glorious run, my dude. If I still had my copy of Metallica’s “Black Album” on tape, and fuck I wish I did, I’d crank it in your honor.