I’d expected someone bigger, taller, nastier. This messy-haired, shy kid at the postgame news conference last September couldn’t be Braden Jones. This is the guy who ended up in the neuro-intensive care unit of a Nashville hospital after an altercation with a 6-foot-3, 235-pound meat-head named Doug Wolford? No way.
He came from a nice family. He wanted to be a doctor, just like his dad. He spoke softly, deliberately, thinking about what he wanted to say instead of spewing out athlete clichՀ
