Bob Costas, the man whose post was hi-jacked over the weekend, earned this post on Saturday night. He's a baseball guy and a smart guy and I can overlook his failure to visibly age because, like Mary Carillo, he makes sports watching an enjoyable experience.
His encyclopedic knowledge satisfies TBG's No Stupid Sports Talk rule. He appears genuine in his enthusiasm, and his boyishness just adds to his charm. But it's what comes out of his mouth that makes me smile.
"A likely reprise of the Game 1 match-up...." left me dancing with reprise and unable to tell you anything more about the match up. He could have said repeat; I appreciate a man who resists the urge to dumb it down. Reprise is such a lovely word.
And then there's his delivery.
He describes a team's "ghastly post-season resume." There's no hint of the drag queen in the remark; it's straight up Edgar Allen Poe. It was even better to hear him pause for my smile; he knew those of us listening with half an ear had been drawn back to his words.
He's one of us, laughing at himself. He's at the mic, with ESPN's baseball nerds throwing inane trivia his way, and, because baseball is a whole lot of empty air time waiting to be filled, he's not above having a little bit of fun with us.
It doesn't hurt that he loves my Cubbies, that the Cubbies won both home games. I probably would have smiled even with Bill Walton calling the game. How lucky I was to share the weekend with Bob Costas, instead.
|Spring Training, many years ago|