Adventures in the hot tub

By Mark S. Luckie

Anyone who spent time in the Loews hotel this week knows it was not only populated by NLGJA members but also staff members from the NFL. I, along with many convention-goers, imagined them to be brutish jocks and football hoochies -- in other words, straight. But that is not so.

There was at least one friend of Dorothy from the NFL in the hot tub Friday night, much to the amazement of several scantily clad NLGJA members. His outing was followed by a quick exit of one unidentified man whom he had been visibly canoodling with minutes prior. No one knows why he left, but many hot tubbers simply continued the party.

And while you could go to the job fair, hand over your resume and guess whether the recruiter you spent five minutes talking to really liked you, there was another option. You could just hang out with the recruiter in the hot tub and find more than you probably wanted to know about that person (for example, whether they prefer board shorts or Speedos).

The pool at the Loews was already a little pink, but leave it to NLGJA make a big splash!