News that Adrian Peterson will become an unrestricted free agent after 10 seasons with the Vikings shouldn't cause shrieks of disbelief. Anyone not living on Mars knew the Vikings had zero intention of exercising a contract option that would pay Peterson $18 million next season.
The breakup technically wasn't termed a divorce though, with both sides issuing statements that left open the possibility of Peterson returning at a much cheaper salary.
"We will continue to have conversations with his representatives and leave our future options open while determining what is best for both parties moving forward," General Manager Rick Spielman said.
Peterson echoed that sentiment in his statement to ESPN. "The door is still open to find some common ground," he said.
Sorry, but it's time to close that door shut.
Peterson's legacy as one of the organization's all-time greats is secure, but the fit no longer makes sense. Peterson's age, physical decline and limited skill set can't be overlooked just because we all once thought he wore a Superman cape.
Peterson struck fear in the hearts of defensive coordinators for most of the past decade as one of the NFL's most supreme talents. The last stop of his career will be Canton.
But perfect endings involving superstars aren't guaranteed in sports, and Peterson's case provides us another example.