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...Mark Shapiro stands at the back of the control room, rocking back and forth like a jittery father watching his kid's first Little League game. The head of production and programming at Disney-owned ESPN, Shapiro is visiting the set of the cable giant's latest project, Cold Pizza, TV's first morning sports gabfest. The show is Shapiro's baby, and like any Little League dad, he can't resist getting involved...
During one segment he orders Kit Hoover, the amped-up co-anchor, to mention her garlic passion as a guest dubbed the World's Fastest Pizzamaker sauces a pie. The show's last seconds wind down, and Shapiro, eyes widening, suddenly stops pacing. Cold Pizza is ending to the sound of a shrieking microphone. Shapiro lowers his head; his kid just dropped...
...rare sour note for Shapiro these days. Since George Bodenheimer, president of ABC Sports and ESPN, tapped the boy wonder (Shapiro is just 33) two years ago to reinvigorate one of Disney's most profitable brands, ratings have jumped 11%. Shapiro's playbook: original entertainment programming (which now makes up 6% of ESPN's lineup) and more live events, as opposed to ESPN's staple of sports news and highlights. While the critically panned Cold Pizza struggles in a cutthroat morning market, the sports-journalist-debate shows Pardon the Interruption and Around the Horn have scored...
...proof of their obstinate behavior, I recall an article from the Cornell Daily Sun that ran nearly 18 months ago. According to the article, Princeton football coach Roger Hughes had an interview with outgoing Princeton President Harold T. Shapiro. In that interview, Shapiro told Hughes that there was no logical reason for the postseason ban and that the presidents just didn’t want Ivy League teams participating. It seems the presidents gave the Ivy playoff decision about as much thought as whether to have steak, pheasant or duck for lunch...
...hallway in the sky-lit Shapiro rotunda, a well-heeled, predominantly 30-40 year-old crowd mingled over live music while munching on tapas, sipping bellini martinis (the month’s featured cocktail) and admiring the beautiful early twentieth century murals by John Singer Sargent. To the right of the upper rotunda in the grand colonnade, gossiping guests clung to an ornate railing, overlooking one of the lower galleries. Others reclined in luxurious brown leather couches and chairs, chatting amidst paintings by turn-of-the-century American painters. The scene was quintessential Gatsby—cultured, decadent and highly...