Bob Costas, is demonstrating more feints and jukes than the NFL's best running backs and probably wishing he could have a replay of his Sunday night miss-step. In commenting on the murder/suicide of Kansas City player, Jovan Belcher, Costas, who appeared to call for stricter gun control measures in his half-time editorial, got sacked in his own backfield last night by Bill O'Reilly. Costas, whose fearful demeanor in his appearance on O'Reilly's show, indicated that he was most likely on a corporate-called play of penance, dictated and demanded by his network masters, was far too easily trapped in his own end zone by former quarterback, O'Reilly, with a quite simple play.
Costas had earlier opined to another news source that the presence of a gun in the hands of any legally licensed carrier during the recent Colorado theater shooting would have made no difference in outcomes. O'Reilly then asked Costas, eyeball to eyeball, as across a third down and very short line, that if he had been in that Colorado theater, would he have preferred to drop to the floor seeking shelter from the gunfire or would he rather have been legally armed and able to stand and respond to the threat. After a few seconds of verbal ducking and weaving like the best of those NFL running backs he covers, Costas finally realized that O'Reilly had him cornered in his own end zone and admitted that had he been in that theater in Colorado, he would have gone to the floor.
What an admission from someone who feels free to pontificate to the rest of us about the evils of gun ownership! And there are many of us with whom Costas, who self-admittedly would grovel on the floor hoping someone else with more manhood and courage would save his sorry, shaking, little liberal butt, shares no cultural identity. We are the ones who would have sorted through the panic, identified the threat, and then quickly directed counter-fire upon that threat while Costas was soiling himself on that gosh-awful sticky theater floor.
I'm not often a fan of Bill O'Reilly but this time he scored beautifully, making this little liberal worm, Costas, squirm as he was held over the searing fires of real life truth in every-day America. What Costas must live with is that a very large percentage of the millions of Americans who watch his broadcasts will now do so with the knowledge that he's a diminutive coward, always dependent on better men, hard men, to protect him. He must forever wonder with what contempt he is being viewed when he interviews those brave, fierce warriors who comprise the National Football League.