The money and the responsibility—it’s all new, and all very overwhelming. He’s got cash on hand now, and says he’s afraid to spend it. (Lacy signed a four-year rookie contract for a reported $3.4 million, with $1.4 million guaranteed.) He’d like to do one thing: Move his parents out of that trailer. But his mother would rather see him save the money. He was mortified to address the crowd in accepting the rookie of the year award. Only two words in his 25-second speech, delivered with one foot out the door, came out with any authority: “Roll Tide.” Then, after the ceremony, came the inevitable question: Less than a year after the draft, with newfound financial freedom and professional respect on his side, is he happy?