Harry Smith has "world-class" crush on Tina Fey

I have a serious world-class crush on Tina Fey. The kind of school-boy-tongue-tied-aw-shucks-sort-of-I wouldn't-know-what-to-say-to-her-if-i-ran-into-her-on-the-street sort of crush that reduces a he-man like me into a bumbling idiot. I first fell for her when she anchored weekend update on "Saturday Night Live." A cute smart girl. With glasses. And funny. I was smitten. Then "30 Rock. Doubly smitten. Consistently funny. And charming. And not terribly mean. At least not in a way that would make you wonder if someone was hurt by it sort of way. And the writing. Tina Fey in the New Yorker is just not fair. Her words are now sacred. I may start a Tina Fey religion. Or at least a cult. We'll meet in junior high gyms, watch clips. And laugh.

Just a minute. I'm Harry Smith.