I grew to like Chris Henry.
All I knew of him personally is what stood in front of me on Monday and Wednesday mornings in the Bengals lockerroom, where it was and is my job to talk to the players and afterward write short stories.
I saw a tall, lean, quiet, kid who wanted to get better as a football player and was doing all the right things to make it happen.
I don’t like it when I hear college basketball coaches refer to their players as “kids.”
But, clearly, some of them are still kids -- if the message there is that they are still learning.
That’s what I saw in Henry.