Chapter 1 Behold: Smashers of Glass Ceilings Inside the Original Struggle over On-the-Ground Sports Reporting I loved pro sports growing up. The summer after my fourteenth birthday, I plastered every inch of my bedroom walls with posters and pictures of the Chicago Cubs, covering up the rainbow-and-doves wallpaper I had so lovingly picked out only a few years before. I spent Sundays in the fall with my friend Emily; we''d ooh and aah over which Chicago Bears players were the cutest, but also complain about how far the defense had fallen since Buddy Ryan left for the Philadelphia Eagles. And, of course, there was Michael Jordan, looming over all of it from a poster that took up the entire length of my door. I don''t know why sports journalism never seemed like a serious career path to me back then, but it probably didn''t help that I didn''t see many women doing it. Secretly, I used to practice calling play-by-play for the Cubs in my head (sometimes, I still do), but when it came time to decide what I wanted to study in college, I told people I wanted to go into journalism, not sports journalism, or law, not sports law. I often wonder if that would have been different if I had grown up seeing as many women covering sports on TV as I do now. The women I did see covering sports? Legends.

I was fascinated by Melissa Isaacson covering the Bulls for the Chicago Tribune. I envied Lesley Visser on CBS TV, on the court after games, getting to talk to all our college basketball heroes. Cheryl Miller got to cover the NBA and its players, not only as a broadcaster but as a peer. Miller, having led the USC Trojans to back-to-back NCAA championships and her USA teams to Olympic and International Basketball Federation (FIBA) gold medals, was already more accomplished than many of the NBA players she covered. By the time the WNBA was announced in 1996, Miller had already moved on to coaching, heading up the Phoenix Mercury for a few years. Miller never got to play in the NBA, but she continues to loom large as one of the greatest Americans, male or female, ever to play the game. I''d always assumed the first group of women through the door got there because of their preexisting fame. Phyllis George, who smashed through the glass ceiling to work on The NFL Today, had been Miss America; her time in a very different kind of national spotlight gave her unique leverage as she built a career in TV.

Cheryl Miller, one of my idols, had ridiculous credentials: She was a college basketball giant, both in stature and in reputation. But there was a group of women I didn''t know about because they took up the fight long before Barbies and stuffed animals fell away in favor of soccer balls and baseball mitts in my life. It didn''t occur to me then how many "regular" women, who hadn''t been superstar college athletes or pageant winners, had fought to make way for the rest of us. It was only later in life, when facing my own challenges as the only woman working at my radio station, that I began to delve into their stories. It''s tough to say who the first woman across the threshold into a pro sports locker room was, as several women were pushing for access in different sports in the mid-1970s. In 1975, Robin Herman, a twenty-three-year-old reporter for the New York Times, had been trying to get NHL teams to grant her access to locker rooms for a year, with no success. Back then, almost all sports reporters were men, and access to the players as soon as they came off the ice was important to every sportswriter. That''s when they got the most genuine and emotional reactions from the guys who had just played the game.

Not that being in the locker rooms was always easy or fun. Sports are weird in that they are the only beat in which reporters are expected to interview subjects who are in various states of undress. And the rooms themselves are usually cramped, smelly, humid-definitely not the kind of place anyone would choose to hang out. For women covering sports, going in the locker room was never about nudity. It was about that all-important access to the players. And, sometimes, also about basic human dignity. At Fenway Park in the 1970s, the women were not allowed to eat in the same area as the male sportswriters, even though they were doing the same job. In 2019, the Chicago Cubs were roundly criticized for putting up a historical press credential outside the press box, presumably to show how times had changed.

The credential read no women admitted and had a picture of a pink poodle on it. According to ESPN''s excellent documentary on the first women in pro sports locker rooms, Let Them Wear Towels, it was during the 1975 NHL All-Star Game that everything changed. Before the game got underway, a reporter asked the two coaches at the pregame press conference if they were going to allow women into the locker room. The coaches looked at each other, shrugged, and said, "Sure, they can come in." So into the locker room went Robin Herman and her colleague Marcel St. Cyr. Herman, formerly an assistant dean of research at Harvard''s School of Public Health, wrote in a 1990 New York Times op-ed that, looking back, she was only allowed access that night because "responsibility was diffuse." The All-Star Game meant two coaches managing what wasn''t quite an actual game with players they didn''t usually coach.

Herman believed that the coaches allowed them into the locker room "on a whim," maybe even a "dare." But that whim literally opened the door for women in sports writing. As soon as the two women got into the room, Herman told ESPN, the cameras and microphones immediately swung in her direction, with someone yelling, "There''s a girl in the locker room!" Though she insisted the game, not she, was the story, it was hard to convince her male colleagues that was the case. Said Herman, "The game was boring. A girl in the locker room was the story." Of course, the response from some of the players was less than ideal. As Herman interviewed player Denis Potvin, another player yanked off Potvin''s towel, leaving him completely exposed. Still, Herman said later, "My post-locker room quotations showed patience and good cheer.

I was twenty-three years old and fairly new to my job, and not yet beaten down by the abuse and slamming of doors that would follow this one-time opening." Unfortunately, the All-Star Game didn''t set the precedent Herman hoped it would. Owners and coaches in other cities continued to block locker room access to women, sometimes physically, sometimes using police. But once the barrier was broken, things started to change for women in sports. At the same time that Herman-the only woman in the sports department at the New York Times-was breaking the NHL barrier, Jane Gross was doing the same with NBA teams while covering the New York Nets. The daughter of a sportswriter, Gross admitted in Let Them Wear Towels that she likely got her job as the result of nepotism, but her timing was astute. In 1974, women filed a class action lawsuit against the New York Times, titled Elizabeth Boylan et al. v.

The New York Times. It''s well worth reading the whole story behind the lawsuit in Nan Robertson''s excellent book. The Girls in the Balcony. Robertson wrote: There were forty women reporters to three hundred and eighty-five men reporters, and eleven of those women were in family/style. Of twenty-two national correspondents, not one was a woman. Of thirty-three foreign correspondents, only three were women. There was only one woman bureau chief, just appointed to Paris. In the Washington bureau, with thirty-five reporters, only three were women; the number had not gone up in nine years, although the staff had nearly doubled in that time.

There were no women photographers. Of thirty-one critics in culture news, only four were women. Reviewers of drama, music, movies, television, and books were all male. The sports department had one woman and twenty-three men. There were no women on the editorial board, which had eleven members. There were no women columnists. Of the seventy-five copy editors on the daily paper, four were women. Almost all the lower-paying, lower-ranking jobs were confined to women.

That suit was eventually settled in 1978, and the Times was forced to hire more women. Reading the writing on the wall, other newspapers began hiring women as well, and some of those women wanted to write about sports. Major League Baseball''s obstinance aside, by the mid-1970s, newspapers were resigned to the fact that they had to hire women reporters across the board, and that led to the hiring of some of the true giants in the industry, women like Christine Brennan, Lesley Visser, Claire Smith, and Michele Himmelberg. But back to the locker rooms. To this point, no one had challenged MLB to open up their locker rooms to women. Enter Sports Illustrated''s Melissa Ludtke. Melissa grew up in a family of five children, with a baseball-loving mother and college-football-loving father. In 1977, Ludtke was assigned by Sports Illustrated to cover the World Series between the New York Yankees and Los Angeles Dodgers.

Concerned about having access to players immediately following the games, Ludtke had been slowly and quietly lobbying the players for access to the locker room in the World Series. She had secured permission from the Yankees, and then Dodgers pitcher Tommy John took Ludtke''s case to the Dodgers'' locker room on her behalf. John told Ludtke, "I''m not going to tell you it was unanimous, but we know you have a job to do, so come on in." John, an affable guy who loved to tell stories, tended to minimize his role in helping women break through the literal barrier of the locker room door. When I asked him about Ludtke, he said, "I was a player rep for the Dodgers, and I was the union guy. We''re in the World.