The house was tidy and cozy but small.
Very small.
Fifteen years ago, I traveled to Palestine, Texas, to write about Adrian Peterson. He was only a high school senior then, a ballyhooed football recruit who was soon to sign with Oklahoma, but he was already built to run over would-be tacklers in the NFL. His 6-foot-2, 210-pound frame and his superstar potential filled the house.
Maybe it wasn’t so small as he was so big.
Maybe it was both.
I’ve been thinking about that house and Peterson since news surfaced last week that he is nearly broke.