How I Finally Made Peace With Bob Costas, TV Journalism's Most Authentic Shill

I met Bob Costas in 1993, when I interviewed him for a TV sports documentary. I was enormously impressed. He could have filled all six hours and probably should have. It was fun. The insecurity that drove him—he kept asking if he looked all right, if he sounded too sentimental—was endearing. »12/14/11 9:49am12/14/11 9:49am