My brother played for the Bulldogs in the seventies. He was a linebacker, captain of the Junkyard Dogs. In 1980 he was in law school at Georgia, and as a football alum he had access to the massive gym complex which is for football players only. One August day he was in the big steam room, he saw a football player come in, the guy had a sweatsuit on, and brother noticed he was wearing his shoulder pads.
Brother asked himself "Who is the dumbass would come in here wearing shoulder pads? Probably some goofball freshman."
The guy had his back to my brother. Brother walked to the door, and looked sideways at the guy to see who it was. Then, he saw the guy wasn't wearing shoulder pads, that was just how the guy was built. It was Herschel Walker.
