I'm not going to mince any palabras, señoras y señores: I hated "Sábado Gigante."
OK, maybe hate is a strong word, even for a show that I felt had the capacity to lobotomize if watched as a daylong marathon. I kid, I kid. Sort of.
I grew up in Boyle Heights, the son of Mexican immigrants. That means I was destined to spend a good part of my childhood watching "Sábado Gigante" and other Spanish-language TV shows.
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