He's not a man. He's a Chicken Boo.

On this episode, we're looking back at the golden age of Saturday morning cartoons. That sacred five-hour window between 7 AM and noon when kids across America parked themselves two feet from the TV and disappeared into a bowl of sugary cereal and animated chaos.

We're talking Doug. X-Men. Animaniacs. Masters of the Universe. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Rugrats. Tailspin. DuckTales. Darkwing Duck. Batman: The Animated Series. And yes, Chicken Boo gets his due.

We're also getting into the cartoons we hated, the theme songs we can still sing word-for-word decades later, the toy marketing machines disguised as TV shows, and how Saturday morning looked a little different if you grew up down here in the South than it did for kids everywhere else.

Grab a bowl of Lucky Charms, plant yourself in front of the screen, and let's get to Hoot'n and Holler'n.

There is no experience more uniquely Southern than Little League Baseball in small-town Alabama. Everywhere else in the country, it's a program. Down here, it's a situation.

This week, Matt, Drake, Joey, and Eric are taking it back to the dusty infields, the borrowed helmets, and the army-green duffel bags of Dizzy Dean and Dixie Youth baseball. We're talking about the equipment that barely worked, the jerseys with vinyl numbers that would sooner take the shirt with them than peel off, and the bats so worn out nobody could tell you what brand they were. We're talking about fields that were technically pastures, dugouts that were technically a bench and a fence, and coaches who were technically just dads that didn't work Saturdays.

We're also talking about the real reason any of us showed up....the concession stand. Slush puppies. Nachos. Hot dogs steamed in tinfoil. Sour Punch straws that were basically cocaine for children. And at least one kid on every team who had already given up on playing and was just eating his way through the fifth inning.

If you grew up playing ball in the South, this one's going to hit like a cold aluminum bat on an April night. You'll know exactly what that means.

Spring break in the South meant one of two things: Panama City chaos… or a fried bologna at Meemaw’s.

This week on Hoot’n & Holler’n, we’re diving into what spring break really looked like growing up in the 80s and 90s before Cancun trips and credit card debt. From AEA Week in Alabama to road trips fueled by Shoney’s breakfast bars, Tiger Electronics, and empty threats of “don’t make me turn this car around,” this is the Southern spring break experience in all its glory.

We talk about:

• The real origin of spring break (hint: it started with Yankee swim teams in Florida)

• Why most Southern kids ended up at grandma’s house instead of the beach

• The chaos of Panama City Beach in its prime (and what happens when it’s 45° and everyone’s still partying)

• Road trip essentials: Game Boys, Walkmans, and staring out the window like you’re in a music video

• Beach debates: boogie boards vs inflatables, Coleman vs Igloo, go-karts vs mini golf

• And of course… Meemaw’s house, featuring bologna, Bob Barker, and Aunt Bee.

Plus, we wrap it up with a round of “Hoot OR Holler” and answer a listener question about the ultimate airbrush spring break t-shirt (which goes exactly how you’d expect).

Whether you spent spring break at Club La Vela or Club La Meemaw, this one’s for you.