Constantly there's a credibility issue; you're judged on how you look. If you look good, people assume you aren't credible. It's a battle you'll always fight if you're on TV and a female.

Theres that initial reticence for some athletes to take you seriously.

I grew up watching Monday Night Football with Howard Cosell and the other guys with my dad.

We're starting to push the envelope in terms of the expectations, and you can also have your own style, personality and sense of humor, because now we're allowed to.

So my dad raised me, and he's a huge football fan.

I know I'll be under a spotlight, I know I'll be under the microscope.

When I found out I got this job, I cried, of course - I'm a girly-girl - and then I called my dad, and he cried, too. On so many levels, this is a thrill for me.

In terms of broadcasting, you have to make decisions about where you want to spend your time.

I'm comfortable with my femininity, and I don't try to change what I look like just because I'm reporting on football at the end of the night.

When I'm anchoring, I miss chasing stories in the field.

You just have to hope that they'll grant you an interview.

Thy word O God is light that brightens my path.

Rowan considered for a moment, and then said, "I have known many kings in my life, Dorian Havilliard. And it was a rare man indeed who asked for help when he needed it, who would put aside pride.

Not even the Emerald Isle itself was as green as the grass that grew in Ebbets Field.

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.

With the first episode [of John Mulaney Show] I tell a story that happened to me accidentally chasing a woman down the subway.

No body of men can be said to authorize a man to act as their agent, to the injury of a third person.

My father's sister never married in order to raise me.

There is no more sure tie between friends than when they are united in their objects and wishes.

I don't know, it's odd that girls ask if they can hug me. Don't ask, do it. I'm just a regular guy

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth