Before social media, before streaming, before we had 400 channels showing us everything and nothing at once, there were simpler Saturdays. You’d wake up to the sound of the TV warming up, a bowl of cereal that turned your milk pink, and a lineup of cartoons and pro wrestling that felt like religion.

For me, those weekends weren’t just about escaping reality—they were about bonding with my cousin Jayshaunn. He was my partner in everything from Super Mario Bros. marathons to WWF showdowns. And while life was throwing him punches his body could barely take, he was still right there—mean muggin’ and flexin’ like a champ—believing, with everything he had, that Hulk Hogan was going to save the day.