Linda Cohn has managed to pull flowers from fallow soil, and for that she needs to be congratulated: a female sportscaster who did not play the giggling yes-girl to her male co-hosts, a solid writer in her own right, and someone who has survived her fortieth birthday without being thrown into the volcano as many television news women are. (For further explanation of this rule, see the "Guido's Harem" scene from 8 1/2. It explains everything, and features Marcello Mastroianni in a bowler hat wielding a bullwhip.
She's very good at her job, and we respect her immensely. We have to. We're what a feminist looks like.
That said, HEY LOOK HER BOOBS!!!
Always, always ask for a light test unless you want dorks on the internet to point these things out. (HT: The Starter Wife.) Also, mad daps for looking that good after two kids and pushing fifty. She's no Nigella in the midlife-mistress department, but it needs mentioning all the same. BTW, Nigella Lawson can still use us for medical experiments anytime she likes. That's standing policy.