There’s been a lot of talk lately about the death of Hulk Hogan, a recently born-again Christian, according to reports. He meant a lot to a certain generation of American kids, but they were younger than me, so I knew the man mostly from a 1993-94 TV show that lasted a single season. “Thunder In Paradise” has never made any lists as great entertainment. It was – almost jubilantly – a dumb show. But most people (most guys, anyway) agreed that it was a lot of fun.

The preposterous premise of “Thunder In Paradise” was that two former Navy Seals, played by Hogan and Chris Lemmon (Jack’s son) lived in a resort in Florida and worked brief, exciting mercenary jobs, with the help of their state-of-the-art speed boat, which boasted sophisticated weapons and CGI armor. Former model Carol Alt was on hand for eye candy, and Patrick Macnee (of The Avengers) himself showed up in the early episodes, for some reason. There was also a little girl in the cast, supposed to be Hogan’s ward, who needed rescuing from time to time.

The premise was ridiculous. The scripts were implausible. The acting (especially Hogan’s) nothing to boast about. But the scenery was beautiful, there were lots of girls in bikinis, and every episode offered shooting, running around, and stuff blowing up.

I had no illusions about “Thunder In Paradise,” but I watched it every week, and missed it when it was gone. I remember those days as the end of the fun times in entertainment. I could turn the TV on and not have to worry about receiving moral instruction about the sacredness of sodomy, or the peaceful nature of Islam.

Back then, you could produce a show purely for the enjoyment of men. Nobody agonized over the male gaze. Attraction between the sexes wasn’t considered problematic. We could all have fun – and I’m convinced that fun hasn’t increased in any way since entertainment got its consciousness raised.

Ah, well. That was back when I had dark hair, too.

R.I.P. Hulk Hogan.

(You can watch the whole series on YouTube).