FOXBOROUGH — In a corner of the Revolution's locker room, Antonio Delamea carefully put on a dry blue Revs shirt after a physically and mentally draining 90-plus minutes inside Gillette Stadium.
He slowly stood up to face the media. He repeatedly ran his fingers through his damp, dirty-blond hair as he searched for the right words. His eyes never made contact — they stayed fixated on the floor as if some comforting words might spring from them.
But the didn't, and they won't. Delamea knew what had happened. He knew the gravity of the situation and his error. It was the type of situation every professional athlete hopes will never happen to them, but deep down they know it's only a matter of time.
In as close to a must-win game as you can get with 11 games remaining, the sliding Revolution rose from the dead (they were down 2-0 at halftime) to tie the game 2-2 with 24 minutes remaining.
The Fort was delirious. The Revs were surging and it seemed only a matter of time before they deposited the go-ahead goal, and perhaps another.
They were feeling it. The Revs appeared to be on the verge of the type of victory that can knock a team out of a 1-3-4 rut and propel them for the rest of the season.
And then it happened. Call it the Hand of Good-God, Not Again.