"Wait, who are you going to go interview again?" my roommate asked yesterday afternoon as we were chilling on our balcony.
"Oh, I don't know, only someone who was in PLAYBOY last year!" I shot back.
Sensing his initial shock, I decided to lay it on even more.
"Not only that, but I've also heard reports that this person is the president of the Fashion Club at U.Va. How do you like me now, Meat?"
The very same roommate stood there amazed -- amazed that I would so brazenly abuse the powers invested in me by the State of Cavalier Daily Sports.
"How in the hell did you swing that?" he said. "This has even less to do with sports than the column that red-headed guy wrote about beards."
I'm not sure that's possible, but I am sure of this: I would never write a column for this section that didn't have to do with Virginia sports. That's just unprofessional. And so...
Doug Brody is the third-string goalie on the Virginia men's lacrosse team.
After walking on the U.Va. team as a freshman, Brody has since found his niche in a locker room full of former high school All-Americans. According to his bio on the Virginia Athletics Web site, Brody "provides a settling effect on the team with his poise and grace, according to the coaching staff."
And that's about as much as you're going to hear about sports.
There's just too much other ground to cover on this guy.
If you're near a computer, put down the paper right now and go to Brody's web site immediately: www.dougbrody.com. It will give you a much clearer idea of the portrait I'm trying to paint.
"Doug is not your average lacrosse player, let's just put it that way," junior defenseman Mike Culver said.
Well put.
An avid fashion photographer who is a member of the Jeff Society, founder of a Yiddish singing club and a future "Lawnie," Brody and his flipped collar are as far from the image of a "lax-head" as you'll find.
But you probably guessed that the second you saw the photographs displayed on dougbrody.com.
Once invited in, you realize that the girls posing for his lens are the real deal. With the one-touch dialing on his phone probably filled by ten "10's," I briefly considered asking him if he could lend me one or two for the weekend.
And how worldly he comes across once you read his bio! "Available in English, French and Spanish?!" I said to my roommate. "This is too much. My money's on AltaVista's online translator."
And how right I was -- Brody admitted it.
(Hey, Doug -- thanks to some fluent friends and family, I found out that you use "nació" and "est né" for "was born," not "fue llevado" and "a été soutenu.")
By the way, Brody really was in the December 2004 issue of Playboy. While working on a fashion shoot for the magazine last summer in New Orleans, he just happened to be in the right place at the right time.
"The Playboy editor didn't like his male models, so he offered to use me and pay me $300," Brody said. "For $300, this guy's going to do about anything."
As for the Fashion Club? While my initial understanding that he was the president may not have been correct, Brody did serve as the group's photographer his first two years in school.
But the man has no ulterior motives for pursuing this line of work ... he swears.
Defending himself against my insinuations that "fashion photographer" was basically a cover for "male gigolo," Brody first fed me a BS sandwich heavier than a Double Gusburger and fries.
"Jefferson always talked about mind and body," he said. "And I think beauty is just another important element in life."
Good one, man. Now tell me the truth.
"To be honest, it's a fun way to hang out with beautiful girls," Brody said. "You just have to be careful though, because you don't want to seem like a scumbag."
That's the best I could squeeze out of him, but I'll take it. Now if I could just work with him on sharing his speed dial...