Believe it or not, Herschel Walker is the star of some of my favorite childhood memories. I remember him soaring, wingless, over piles of opposing teams’ players while we watched UGA football games on our family TV.
I can still hear the firecrackers our neighbors, the Pullins, set off on the night Georgia won the Sugar Bowl in 1981. And I may still have the special edition Coke bottle my mom bought me at the A&P on Northside Parkway, which listed the names of all of the players on the national championship team, including #34.
The point of all of this is that Walker was a hero to many who grew up in Georgia before he ever entered the race for Senate, even for a girl like me who liked horses more than football, but just barely.
