I have a confession to make. When I was a kid, I was obsessed with ‘BattleBots.' I'm not talking about the same kind of obsessed I was with Pokémon or Power Rangers, or whatever other flavor of the year was sucking hundreds of hours from my life. I'm talking about the type of obsessed where this stuff was a legitimate priority. Fiery explosions and ‘Twisted Metal' style carnage? Are you kidding me? It was almost too cool for my little brain to handle. From first sight, no weekend was complete until my dad and I gorged ourselves on the spectacle of two super-sized robots shredding each other into weaponized scrap metal.
Kenny Florian on the mechanized chaos of 'Battlebots' and the dangers of flying shrapnel
