As much as I'm disgusted with NBC's coverage of the Summer Olympics, I have to admit I'm enjoying the snarky, diminutive Bob Costas.I like Costas. He's a ball-buster. He's the kind of guy who would have been my best friend in junior high... and if he had been gay, we would have been friends forever.
I once had a very strange dream about Bob Costas. In the dream, he left a note for me at a hotel front desk, asking me to meet him on the roof for a romantic dinner. But when I got there, it wasn't Bob Costas... it was Bob Uecker. I actually screamed.
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I used to watch him on 'Later' in NY after I got home from the clubs. Am I a thousand years old?
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