In 2010, as I sat in the makeup chair in the green room of the local television studio with a barber's cape around my neck, McCoy and one of his associates were collecting their coats to leave. He'd been a guest on a show that preceded mine and had just finished his second season with the Eagles, in which he gained 1,080 yards in 15 games. He took that opportunity to remind me of something I'd written after his rookie season, in which I'd characterized him as something other than the world's greatest young running back. As a rookie, McCoy, a second-round pick, shared the starting role with two other running backs. My characterization was accurate at the time, but I congratulated him on the progress he'd made in the year since.