The Olympics aren't doing it for me tonight (Monday night). Up to this point, I've watched every minute of prime-time coverage. Maybe I need a break or maybe Bob Costas got the night off on the wrong foot by arriving in a seaplane. This segment felt like it was 20 minutes long.


Peanut jokes and inflight movie jokes (yawn) were included for your entertainment. Bob's goal? I guess to land safely in the loving arms of Al Michaels.

Keep it on the ground, Bob.