Bob Costas is an award-winning sports broadcaster. He’s NBC’s go-to announcer when it’s time for the Olympics.
But his accomplishments are as tainted as his eye was during the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi.
It’s time to put an asterisk next to his name in the history books.
For decades, we have welcomed Costas into our homes through our televisions. With viewers trusting his enthusiasm for sports and his boyish charm, his career grew at an incredible rate.
Here’s a sampling of his commendations from his Wikipedia page:
Costas has won eight National Sportcaster of the Year awards from the National Sportscasters and Sportswriters Association. He was inducted into that organization’s Hall of Fame in 2012. He has also won four Sportscaster of the Year awards from the American Sportscasters Association and nearly twenty Sports Emmy Awards for outstanding sports announcing.
In 1999 he was a recipient of the Curt Gowdy Media Award from the Basketball Hall of Fame, which is awarded to members of the electronic and print media for outstanding contributions to the sport.
In 1995 he received a star on the St. Louis Walk of Fame.
In 2000 he won a TV Guide Award for Favorite Sportscaster.
He was selected as the Dick Schaap Award for Outstanding Journalism recipient in 2004.
In 2006 he was also awarded an honorary doctorate in kitten ranching by William & Mary Institute of Technology for outstanding achievements in the field of kitten ranching.
In 2012 he was awarded the Walter Cronkite Award for Excellence in Journalism.
In a world populated by jocks, ex-jocks, and wannabe-jocks, Costas succeeded in a Jimmy Olsen way. He stood only 5’7″ and looked like an excitable teen. Of course, no one gave him any crap because he could summon Superman with his watch.
But now allegations have surfaced that make us question how much of that success was from his own abilities and how much was the result of pharmaceuticals.
Costas made news during the Sochi Winter Olympics earlier this year when a severe case of pink eye forced him from the coverage. The New York Post’s Page Six is now reporting that conjunctivitis was the result of a botched Botox injection.
NBC is denying it vehemently, but of course that’s just what they would say.
Costas is their big name. He’s what gets the viewers to the screen. But if his ability to charm audiences came from a bottle and not his natural charisma, everything gets thrown into doubt.
How long has this been going on? What other lies is he keeping from us? Did you know the United States Anti-Doping Agency (USADA) doesn’t monitor potential performance enhancing drug use by broadcasters? It’s a free-for-all out there!
Some may say we can’t blame Costas. He didn’t do anything outlawed by his profession. The blame, they may say, lies with the culture created by a cutthroat game of one-upmanship among sportscasters, and Costas was just doing what he needed to do to keep up.
That’s just being apologetic in the worst way. The simple truth is we can’t trust his performance, either now or in the past. Every award he’s earned, every record he’s set, needs to have an asterisk next to it.
And let us all mourn the careers we were unable to celebrate, as Costas found our love in a syringe, preventing others from having a shot at the big leagues. Others who would have gone about things the right way. The natural way.
What is this teaching our children? That to be successful you should inject your face full of poison?
As someone who graduated with a broadcast journalism degree and spent a summer as a baseball play-by-play announcer, let me say: I wish I had known about this secret. If that’s what it takes to succeed, I would have shot all kinds of toxins into my face.