While recovering from his knee operation, Sestak and six other bachelors rented a summer house at Bay Beach, Ont., which they called the Bunny Club North. Joe Herbrecht, a cottage mate, remembers his first encounter with Sestak: "I didn't know he had moved in. I was cooking breakfast at 10 a.m., and this monster appeared in the doorway in a bathing suit. He scared me so much I dropped a frying pan full of eggs."
The sight of Sestak in a business suit is not that impressive. He looks big, all right, with wide shoulders, a slab chest and narrow hips, but he is so trim that he does not look 270. In a football uniform, though, covered by 15 pounds of pads and bandages and glaring over a face bar, Sestak looks like the man you would want with you if you decided to get rowdy at a cowboy dance. When the Bills hired a new Midwest scout last year, Harvey Johnson introduced him to Sestak. "This," said Johnson, "is what you're trying to find."