Hulk Hogan appeared on Fox Sports' "Best Goshdanged Sports Show In The World" or whatever it's called. He was shilling the new season of his VH1 reality show, "Hogan Knows Best." It wasn't must-see TV for me; rather, I was flipping through the channels during a timeout in the Gonzaga-UCLA game, saw that Hogan was slated to appear on "BGSSITW" (or whatever it's called) and dropped in for a few minutes to see the happenings. As it turns out, Chris Rose was just introducing Hogan ... who came out wearing the biker's bandana as usual, strumming an air guitar, and just generally being Hulk.
In the first two minutes of the interview, Hogan mentioned a "booty call" and used the phrase "you know what I'm saying?" twice (with the hand gestures and everything). Duly revulsed, I turned the TV back to the Gonzaga game.
Seeing Hogan on TV, or even thinking about him, is ... I don't know ... odd for me anymore. It's easy to forget that, for a time, he was probably one of the most recognizable man in America. These days, though, there's almost a surreal quality to him, or at least to the thoughts about him. It's not something I can put my finger on, and I'm not even sure what I can liken it to. I suppose that when we see relics from our youth come back to life - not that Hogan was ever dead, per se - it brings a feeling of, "He's not really supposed to be here, is he? What was the turn of events led him to be here in this moment, on this TV show or in this particular thought?"
I don't know - I'm doing an awful job of verbalizing it - but it's just weird. You know what I'm saying?
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