Now that Chris Cuomo is moving to 20/20 at 10 pm on Friday nights, I'm not expecting to have very much to write about him any longer. They don't put 20/20 anchors into dunking booths to show off their stacked pecs in wet t-shirts. 20/20 anchors don't tend to allow themselves to be photographed in shirtless hotness deep sea fishing. And, frankly, I've got a life, and I'm generally living it around 10 pm on most Friday evenings.
So yesterday's send-off of Chris Cuomo on GMA will probably offer the last nuggets of Italian studliness for me to obsess over for a while. The montage of Chris-moments on GMA was pretty sweet. Chris' interviews with Mattie Stepanek really were incredible (more because of Mattie than Chris, but regardless...). Mattie was an unbelievably wise and graceful human being, and Chris did a beautiful job of helping to tell Mattie's story (have tissue in hand if you want to learn more about Mattie). But of course it wasn't the journalism that caught me eye in yesterday's retrospective of Chris' greatest hits.
I have no idea how I missed the fantastic moment captured in the montage where Chris rolls back his short-sleeve shirt to cockily pump his massive bicep. Sam Champion is laughing, pretending not to be totally aroused. Seriously, check out the size of that arm! Personally, I'd like to see that bicep wrapped around George Stephanopoulos' head until the little Greek cries. But that's just me.
They call Chris' move a "promotion." I'm skeptical that it's going to work out well for either my favorite 6'3" Italian attorney-turned-journalist hunk, or for Good Morning America. As of Monday morning, they've already lost one loyal viewer.