He wore white high tops, white jeans, a white T-shirt and an off-white winter cap. By the time visitors were allowed to enter the locker room on Sunday afternoon, his equipment bag was packed.
On what might have been his last meaningful day as a Viking, Adrian Peterson conferred with a team staffer, donned a furry coat that paid homage to the disco era and walked, alone, toward a back exit. He did not conduct interviews.
Minutes later, veteran linebacker Chad Greenway, who played with Peterson his entire career, would speak of savoring the little moments of what is likely Greenway's last season. Peterson did not appear to be in the savoring mood.
This is the uncomfortable way so many renowned careers end in the land of Minnesota Nice. Kirby Puckett went blind, then had his scandalous private life exposed. Kevin Garnett got traded, came back, then left in a huff without even a farewell ceremony. Clem Haskins became beloved before being accurately blamed.
Peterson will turn 32 in March. He has missed most of two of the past three seasons.
He averaged 1.9 yards per carry this year. He is due to make $18 million next season, probably more than three times what he would be worth on the open market.
His current working relationship with his sole NFL employer was revealed by his willingness to break the news of his return to the field with a business partner instead of through team channels, and by the parameters under which he said he would be willing to play.
Peterson succumbing physically to the beatings he welcomed on the field is not surprising. What will make his likely departure typically Minnesotan is that he gave us reason not to mourn his absence, even for those inclined to celebrate his accomplishments.