Drip, drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip.
Then, it gradually stopped.
The audience at Arrowhead Stadium was completely immersed in the game and didn't notice; but Clark noticed immediately and quickly sounded the alarm.
"The rain has stopped."
"Rookie, the rain has stopped! Dry the football, and also dry your hands."
Involuntarily, the camera lens tilted upward, aiming at the sky over Kansas City.
It was nighttime, so no Sun could be seen, but under the stadium lights projected toward the sky, faint hints of starlight and a shy crescent moon peeked through the dissipating heavy clouds—
Amazingly, the rain had cleared.
In front of his TV, Goff suddenly stood upright. "The turning point is here. Anything is possible now."
Donald remained steady as a mountain, staring at the screen without saying a word.
He, of course, knew the immense power of the New England Patriots. Once Belichick advanced to the Conference Championship, their experience became a formidable weapon.
