If this ever-changing world in which we live in makes you give in and cry, just turn on NBC and sooner or later you’ll be greeted with a familiar face from a simpler time. We’re referring, of course, to the curious case of Bob Costas’s visage.

As we’ve attempted to illustrated in the above timeline, the man has indeed aged over the last thirty years—one might even say significantly so of late. But it’s hard to put a finger on where and how this aging has occurred. There’s surely been help along the way in the form of botulism injections, award-winning hair colorists and layers of various caked-on concealers. But nothing seems different, which we suppose is the point.

Beneath it all is simply a boy who loves baseball (and Michael Phelps)…

Costas has been the prime time host of a record nine Olympic games, and now, for all intents and purposes, he is the Olympics. And while the boyish hue miraculously persists, we’re also beginning to get a glimpse of the old man—i.e., one who simply doesn’t give a shit if you found his commentary about Idi Amin during the opening ceremony offensive. Ditto for every single tweet with the hashtag #NBCfail.

Give ‘em hell, Bob. You’re as close to a sure thing as we’ve got these days. The last vestige of that glorious American fairytale known as the 1980s and 90s.

This guy, on the other hand, has a bone to pick…

—C.B.S.

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  • C. Brian Smith