Poor, poor Bob Costas, being criticized for having shot off his mouth pushing gun control over a horrible murder-suicide, in which an NFL player, a large, strong man quite capable of bare-handed deadly mayhem, shot and killed his girlfriend and then -- rather later -- shot himself.
Mr. Costas, from the depth of his years studying psycholo-- Ooops, calling sports play-by-play, confidently assures us that had the killer not had a gun, none of this would have happened.
But don't blame ol' Bob. Why, if he hadn't had a microphone, he'd'a never said such a thing.
Remember, about the people you watch on TV? Pretty much the same crowd who tightrope-walked the monkey bars and/or stuffed pencils up their nose all through their school years, shouting "Lookit me!" the whole time. They've become grayer but no wiser.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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