Chris Henry: ‘He Was Just Rising When He Fell’

A small bit from Paul Daugherty’s excellent column about Chris Henry, and the new man he was becoming.

↵↵I never knew him well. Until sometime last season, few did. Henry was quiet, a loner. His wide receiver teammates knew him. Brown knew him. His family knew him, depended on him. To his family, he was something of a savior. After Katrina destroyed their home in suburban New Orleans, Chris brought the extended clan here, to live with him. It said two things about Henry, one good, one not: He had a big heart. He was easily led.
The kid who became the symbol of the Bengals’ bad-boy missteps was not a bad guy, not in a malicious sense. He represented an NFL cliché: Too-young kid gets too much money too quickly, settles in with too many of the wrong people who befriend him for too many of the wrong reasons. He believes he’s bullet-proof, even when it’s proven he’s not.

↵↵The entire piece is worth your time.