Cordarrelle Patterson, as always, is looking for an opening.
It's one of the dog days of training camp, and the second-year wideout is peeking through the blinds at Jake's Stadium Pizza in Mankato. He just picked apart a thin-crust pepperoni pizza and has to rush back to campus to prepare for that night's practice.
But a pair of pesky, prepubescent fans are hovering outside on their bicycles, hoping to corral him for an autograph. If he stops for these two — and he swears he already signed for them after the morning walk-through — who knows how many Vikings fans will swarm him in the parking lot?
When the youngsters pedal around the back of the building, Patterson makes his move.
"Let's go," he says, heading for the front door.
He hops on his golf cart, speeds out of his spot and kicks it into its highest gear.
Just like that, he's gone.
It was similar to what NFL defenders experienced during the tail end of Patterson's electric rookie year.