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Reigning breaststroke gold medalist Kosuke Kitajima of Japan showed up at the U.S. Olympic Trials this week, presumably because he’s training in the US and wants to scout his rivals. But this is how I’m picturing things really went down:
Bob Costas appears at Kosuke Kitajima’s pad, dressed as a tiny valet-slash-baby penguin. He’s holding an overstuffed envelope of cash, a list of instructions and a hat box. Inside the hat box is a trucker cap–yes, a trucker cap–bedazzled with a number “1″ in gold sequins.
The instructions, which Costas goes over with Kitajima in flawless Japanese, are as follows:
- Show up at the 100 M Breaststroke Final wearing the hat.
- Keep the hat on at all times.
- Sit in the nosebleed seats like you’re just there to chill with your bros. (Hence the trucker cap.)
- Clap at the appropriate times. If you’re confused as to what constitutes “appropriate” Continue reading How Much Did NBC Pay Kosuke Kitajima To Troll The US Olympic Trials?
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Chad Ochocinco–crazy cocky, yet kinda lovable–properly hyped up an imminent Bengals victory in last night’s SNF matchup versus the Jets during a pre-game interview with Bob Costas. He also added a wager:
“If Revis shuts me down I will change my name back to Johnson,” Ochocinco told NBC’s Bob Costas on the network’s pre-game show. “That’s how confident I am. It’s not going to happen.”
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