Remind Me That We'll Always Have Each Other When Everything Else is Gone

Along with Tailspin, watching the Cubs on WGN, and drinking unhealthy amounts of Kool-Aid, one of the hallmarks of my childhood summers was watching constant re-runs of American Gladiators.

This practice culminated one day in a fit of creation by assorted children from our street. Utilizing every cell in our pre-pubescent minds, we fashioned a scale replica of the game "Assault" where the "gladiator" (read: 95-lb. child) used a Nerf gun to shoot arrows at the competitor while the competitor tried to knock a cereal box off the mantle with a tennis ball. If you can't picture what we were attempting to replicate, just follow the link provided above.

As you can easily imagine, this led to the rampant destruction of property in the Scott household, and my being forced outside to wreak havoc on the rest of 75791 zip code.

With that said, I have mixed feelings about the return of American Gladiators. I loved the Larry Csonka/Mike Adamle announcing duo (especially the classy American Gladiators navy blazers), but the chance to read the insightful commentary of Hulk Hogan in closed-captions might just be the comedic gift that keeps on giving.

Feel free to share your fond American Gladiators-related memories in the comment section.