You can’t go home again.

One of the girls from work turned me on to Cozi TV. This station plays classic shows from when we were kids. I was super excited when I found out they play Fantasy Island.

Da’ plane! Da’ plane!

Admit it. You read that in Tattoo’s voice, didn’t you? Of course, you did. It’s OK to admit it.

Anyway, this station plays The Six Million Dollar Man and TSMD Woman. Jeez, I hadn’t seen those in forever.

So we turned on an episode of TSMD Man with the full expectation of being as amazed and enamored of Lee Majors as Steve Austin.

That didn’t happen, and I’m really disappointed in that development.

Turns out you can’t watch these old shows with the same suspension of disbelief you had when you were a kid.

As I watched Steve Austin pick up the back-end of a full-size van with his bionic arm, all I could think was, “Hey, his body mechanics wouldn’t really allow that to happen no matter how strong his arm was. His back and core would never be able to sustain the weight of that van.”

When I said this out loud My Honey gave me an outraged look. “It’s television,” he said in a voice that suggested he thought I might be over thinking the whole thing.

“Oh, really?” I retorted. “This from the man who pointed out all the plot holes of Rudolph’s Shiny New Year last week?”

Television used to be much better back when we were stupid.