When I was in high school, I had a board in my room, like most kids, where I pinned up things that meant a lot to me. After the 1992 Olympics, that included a picture of Bob Costas. I recognize that this is not the normal guy teenage girls have a crush on. I was not a normal teenage girl.
I love his wit, his intelligence, his sports knowledge--I have always loved tracking Bob's sarcasm as the games go on--and Mr. Cool has always known that if Bob Costas showed up, I would probably go. He is the one celebrity crush of mine where I have never looked up his marital status. If I knew Bob was married, it would affect me in some weird way. If you know, don't tell me.
As I listened to Bob and Matt Lauer do a lovely job of obscure nation fact one-upping last night, I was reminded of all the reasons I love him. Call me, Bob, and I'll knit you a scarf for Vancouver.
Currently Watching: Women's Volleyball--Beach (Aussies vs. Russkies) and Indoor (Japan vs. USA! USA!)