Later that same season, Weaver asked me, in front of my colleagues from the local and national press, if I got "horny" when I entered the locker room. In the stunned silence that followed this incredible remark, Mr. Weaver declared that I was probably a lesbian anyway.
That was 30 years ago, and generations of women sportswriters have entered the business since, but they are still being treated as if they are window-shopping while they work.
Instead of just a moment of humiliation in the locker room - a colleague of mine once had a baseball player massage his private parts when she tried to ask him a question - women sports reporters are turning up on the Internet naked. Don't you love technology?
There is something about the mix of television, women and professional sports that is almost toxic, and it appears to numb the sensibilities of otherwise civilized men.
From the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders to Brandi Chastain's famous shirt-shedding moment in soccer. From the powerful pixies in gymnastics to the Williams sisters of tennis. Some men can't sort out the difference between looks and talent, or figure out how to respect a woman who has both.
But a naked video on the Internet? Pictures on the front page of the ? Video clips on "Fox and Friends," "The O'Reilly Factor" and the CBS "Early Show"? (Watch your back, Katie Couric; your bosses are in the tank on this one.)
"It speaks to the voyeurism that is the media landscape today," said Karl Frisch, a senior fellow at Media Matters in Washington. "It would be a frightening place to be in the minds of people when they choose to run this kind of thing."
A report of the roasting Earl Weaver dealt me ended up in a national sports weekly. But at least I'd had my clothes on.
I spent the next three days holed up in my apartment, refusing to answer the door or the phone, trying to regain the nerve to face the world.
My guess is, Erin Andrews is going to need more than a beer to get her through this.
Susan Reimer's column appears Mondays.
