My brother played for the Bulldogs in '76 and '77. Jeff Lewis. He was captain of the Junkyard Dogs.
In the summer of 1980 he was in grad school at UGA. As a letterman, Jeff had rights to the massive football weight room and steam room etc. One day, about 3 weeks before this game, Jeff was in the steam room. A guy walked in wearing a sweatsuit. He could tell that, from 15 feet away, this guy was wearing shoulder pads. He figured it must be some goofy freshman, coming into the steam room with shoulder pads on.
My brother walked out the door to get a better look. It was Herschel, and he had on the sweatsuit, but he wasn't wearing shoulder pads. Massive home-grown Wrightsville Georgia shoulders. Jeff realized, Herschel was different from the other boys.
I was at the Clemson 41-0 beat down in ‘76. I still have the “scrap the Junkyard Dogs” program somewhere. Very satisfying for a lifelong Bulldog fan.
