Many of us love sports. So, with the attention on women's leadership and advancement, I thought I'd focus on how this issue plays out in the traditionally male-dominated sport industry.
There's a worthwhile discussion to be had about the extent to which the name offends Native Americans. But the general principle -- that the sensibilities of the affected group should be paramount in these discussions -- is clearly appropriate.
Churn. It's here and has been forever. For ESPN, do they report news or do they make it? In either case, they profit from it.
When players are no longer insured by the league and find themselves unable to afford private insurance for their enduring afflictions, taxpayers -- all of us -- will be the ones to pay, through Medicaid and Social Security disability.
Miami Marlins rookie pitcher Jose Fernandez did something exceedingly rare last week. And yet few sportswriters or commentators acknowledged it.
The sheer power we could harness if the fans in The Big House joined forces with the Fighting Irish, Saint Mary's Belles and the millions of TV viewers on College Game Day to make the world a better place. That is the legacy that Lizzy Seeberg deserves.
With the NFL season now underway, the nation's highest revenue generating sport has resumed center stage.
Not only might more people watch the Frontline broadcast, if only to see what "the fuss" is about, but some might also consider whether the current power and brand of the NFL is worth their continuing unconditional support.
Over the years, I've had hundreds of assumptions crushed. "Adults act like grown ups." "Judges are fair." "Love occurs at first sight." Making documentaries for a living makes assumption crushing easy.
To a significant extent, ESPN has always been in la-la land about its ability to do news reporting while it also hocks the products its supposed to be covering evenhandedly. But the NFL concussion story may well prove to be the most serious blow to its self-image yet.
We have made tremendous progress as a society when it comes to racism. However, we have by no means conquered it. It would be a great thing if no one ever used that word to slur a black person again, if the use of all hateful slurs simply ceased.
I was a teenager... and I idolized the US Women's National Team. They were amazing players and people who were living a life that was hard to comprehend. Fortunately, I was also beginning to play on youth national teams and I slowly started to envision myself in their shoes.
I did not become the next Mary Decker. Not one young athlete since has been able to come close to her caliber and dominance. Taking the good with the bad, it is time to revisit Decker's decades long career in its entirety -- and reclaim our greatest American middle distance runner.
I'll leave it to the pundits to sort out, but there's definitely something wrong when the defense of the integrity of the game played and cherished by millions for over a century comes down to one man and his personal opinions on an individual player.
It was sixteen summers ago. I had just had my first child and was working my way back into my job with NBC sports. Baby in tow, I travelled to the NBA Finals with bottles, stroller and crib, chronicling Michael Jordan's heyday while just beginning to comprehend the delicate balance of work and motherhood.
Before starting this film, I had never heard of No Limits Freediving. When I Googled it, the first thing that came up was a YouTube video of Audrey Mestre's death during her 2002 No Limits record attempt of 170 meters (558 feet).