Derrick Henry’s first victims watched just as the rest of us did. From living rooms and bars, on TV screens and smartphones, all across Florida. They watched, on two consecutive Saturday nights, as the running back who once sped past them – who bulldozed them and juked them and stiff-armed them into oblivion – did all of that to the best football players in the world.
They watched Henry power the Tennessee Titans past the Patriots and Ravens, into the AFC championship game. As he did, a few of them shared a laugh. Others perused social media, and saw America asking a pertinent question.