Sometimes a video is made, and by sometimes I mean between 1980 and 1989, so inconceivable it causes me to recoil in embarrassment as a human. It is so awesomely bad and ill-conceived that my brain instinctively retreats while the body decides whether to fight or flee. I recently stumbled upon just such a video and decided that the best way to handle it was to truly own it. In other words: learn to love and appreciate the badness of it. And frankly all that acceptance is retroactively justified because the video ends (spoiler alert) with a Redskins-sized Tecmo Bowl Slow Motion Jumping High Five. Can anything bad end with a slow motion jumping high five?

Nope.