The air was slightly tense. Although the view of the players' tunnel was temporarily obscured, the oppressive agitation quietly emanated, as though a storm was brewing.
Originally, the events from three days ago were vivid in memory, and the League was conducting an investigation. Logically speaking, Gillette Stadium should have been playing it safe amidst the storm to avoid escalating the situation and prevent the League's investigation team from having leverage against them.
However, plans can't keep up with changes—
Gillette Stadium had just suffered a humiliation, arguably the worst and most severe in twenty years. The sight of the whole stadium going silent and the disgraceful early departure was as harsh as a slap, landing squarely on Foxborough's face.
This was intolerable, and when it cannot be tolerated, something has to give.
At this moment, nothing else mattered anymore; even if acting recklessly, the residents of Foxborough had lost their ability to think rationally.
