BEING a black sports journalist in 2015 is still a rare thing. I often find that I am the only ethnic minority in the press box and it is an uneasy feeling.
Other reporters are not rude in any way but I personally feel like I am not meant to be there, that I stand out in a room full of white men.
The reason I mention this feeling is that I have never thought about what it would feel like to be a woman in a press box. I’ve never had to and when I do come across the few, they seem a lot more at ease in their surroundings so the thought that they are uncomfortable never crosses my mind.
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