He seemed lost, in a daze like never before. Balancing on crutches in the visitor's locker room of FedEx Field on Saturday evening, Adrian Peterson didn't really know what to say.
He had yet to undergo the MRI that would later reveal major ligament damage in his left knee, an ACL tear with MCL problems also likely.
But it was clear from Peterson's blank expression that he had seen his future flash before his eyes.
He seemed depressed. Confused. A little scared even.
Before even saying a word, Peterson stared into the carpet and let his lips rumble with exasperation.
No one in the Vikings' locker room would say it. But the vibe was apparent, that one monstrous unanswerable question hovering in the air like stale cigar smoke: Had we seen the last of Adrian Peterson?
Not in the sense that Peterson never will play again. No one in the Vikings organization has the stomach to even consider that fate at this early stage of the injury. But if and when Peterson can return to action, will this injury sap him of his trademark explosiveness?
Did this one fluke play in a meaningless game late in a terrible season signal a premature decline for one of the most electric playmakers in team history?