The Underdog animated series that aired in the late 1960s and early 1970s was a big deal to me as a young child. Although I couldn't have been older than four or five when I watched it regularly, I can still recite some of the rhymes that Shoeshine Boy busted after he choked down a super energy vitamin pill.
I was always a mark for a cape and funny long-johns. That's why I was thrilled to see the modern version of Underdog released.
(Even if I didnt care for it's non-animated production.)
Back in the early 80s I had the opportunity to spend a weekend with my girlfriend at a semi-plush hotel.
Now to me at that age, "semi-plush" felt like a five -star resort, and I was eager to enjoy the frills.
Until I turned on the tube and discovered a 12 hour marathon of Underdog.
I grew up without cable, without it's reruns of classic TV shows and the syndicated programming of TBS and channels like it. Although I watched cable now and again at the homes of my friends, in the early 80s cable TV was still sort of like magic to me.
And even more important than chicks.
So I watched that 12 hour marathon, while she enjoyed the frills. I think we broke up soon after.