Times have changed.
I was a security guard at the Hartford Civic Center when I was in college. The Los Angeles Kings came to the Civic Center to play the Whale, and I had the privilege (I guess?) of working the locker room for the Kings. I remember the "pack" of reporters circling around Gretsky*, and after he left, circling around I think it was Mario Gosselin (don't quote me on that; it was a French Canadian is all I remember) and he was facing one direction, standing nude, talking to about five or six reporters, with another five or six behind him. One of the reporters behind him asked a question and he turned, and in doing so, was face-to-face with a female reporter. As he turned, you could see him with a gym sock on his penis, ala The Red Hot Chili Peppers. To her credit, she kept eyes up and didn't register, but I can imagine that there are fewer jobs harder than being a female "side-line" (i.e. on the spot) reporter covering sports like football and hockey that are to date very male-oriented sports.
* Gretzky taught me something. Well, two things: one, he WAS "The Greatest". I played hockey up into college, and I was lucky enough to see Bossy, Lemieaux, Messier, and Howe (among others) and I have watched hundreds of hours of game tape, and watching him play was like watched Usain Bolt run against nine senior citizens from the old folks home. He was literally playing a different game. Two, at that level, you don't operate like "everyone else". He was first back into the locker room, and knew he was the guy that everyone wanted to talk to, so he made sure he was showered and dressed before most of his team even had their jerseys off, and answered what I'm sure he has been asked 1000 times before as if it was both the best question he's ever gotten and the first time he's ever gotten it. Blown away by how professional and how prepared he was for not only the game, but also the environment of being "The Greatest".