The quip Claire fired back put a smile on Mark's face, he wasn't embarrassed in the slightest, and he didn't really care if either one of the other two were embarrassed, which Roger clearly was to some degree. It wasn't Mark's fault that many people these days couldn't take some good old fashioned ribbing. He did refrain from going any further with it though, despite the fact that Claire had given him material to do so.<br/><br/>He hobbled along following Roger while Claire hung back with him, and when she offered him a beer for being nice the rest of the way Mark perked up a bit more, "deal," he said simply for now. He wanted to take it all in, being back in the stadium, and not ruin it with idle chit chat that went too far off topic. When they got to the locker room door and Claire had told Roger they could take it from there Mark said, "thank you dude," and then followed the queue that Claire had given him.<br/><br/>The locker room hadn't changed too much, other than the fact that the guest locker room was mostly empty in the midst of summer. Instinctually he walked over to the locker he had occupied, "here, this is where I got dressed. Prepped for the game, it is also the last locker I ever cleaned out." Mark paused as he sat down on the bench in front of the locker. "I never went back to Cleveland after it was all done, after the game, the SuperBowl, my leg was in a heavy brace, they hadn't even taken me to the hospital yet I wouldn't let them. I took my clothes out and put them in the bag, my jersey had been taken off and that went in there too, the pads and stuff just got tossed aside."<br/><br/>Mark had not imagined the memories and feelings that would come back from being here, it was nostalgic, part of it was amazing, the feeling, the rush, but other parts made him angry. It was here after all that things ended. Without much warning he stood up, grabbed his cane, and hobbled out the room and down the hall toward the field. He didn't care if she had questions yet, he would answer whatever she asked in due time, right now he was living in the moment. "Come on team, let's go boys, we gonna fry us some Seahawks tonight. Make 'em squirm, make 'em run, hit dem boys till they all go home." It was their chant on the way to the field for the SuperBowl, the whole team had rehearsed it, and even now he remembered the words.<br/><br/>Then he walked out onto the field, to the 27 yard line nearest the tunnel. "Right here, this is where it happened," he stomped on the ground once with his right foot, "the roar of the crowd is deafening in this place, it is unlike any other, it was so loud I couldn't hear my own screams until the stadium fell dead silent."