Holy Mother of God. Tim Russert just died.
I can't believe it. About half an hour ago I was visiting a friend in the hospital and watched the news break on MSNBC. I thought Tom Brokaw was going to cry.
For those of you who don't know me, I have had a deep, deep, deep crush on Tim Russert for years.
Not a silly girly lust crush like Gordon Ramsay and David Tennant. That's all new news. For years and years there was nobody but Tim in my Famous Person Crush Book. As a matter of fact, he was the first. Well, the first since Scott Baio in 1983.
This was a very serious, cerebral, respectful crush. Hubster talked about it all the time. Somebody would say something about some cute guy and I'd go "Eh."
Hubster would look at me and say, "He's no Tim Russert, right?"
On most Sundays Hub and I watched him together on Meet the Press. We learned so much from him.
It's hard to wrap my head around the fact he won't be there on Sunday morning.
One thing is certain, when he makes it to the Pearly Gates, Tim Russert will beat St. Peter to the first question. :: smile ::