In a not-so-unexpected move, the Revolution filled the vacancy left by Taylor Twellman's assignment to the season-ending injury list by signing the man who momentarily put a gleeful Benfica on notice that cool, rainy mid-May evening: the courageous Jason Griffiths.
You may (or may not, depending on how early you left the match) remember that Griffiths, who was sent out into a sea of red-clad wolves that pillaged the Revolution camp to the tune of four (almost seven) goals, showed himself well enough to purchase a few weeks' worth of training and ultimately draw a steady paycheck from Major League Soccer.
Griffiths, you may also recall, is a 23-year-old graduate of the University of Kentucky who acquitted himself well in the role of midfield maestro with the Wildcat men's soccer squad in the late-2000s. He was drafted by the Revolution in the third round of this year's especially loud and boisterous SuperDraft.
But instead of joining the club during the frigid month of February - even the well-weathered sasquatches stayed away from Patriot Place - he elected to finish his studies down in the Bluegrass State before being called up by Mike Burns to play the Campeoes and, more remarkably, surviving to tell about it.
With the addition of another fresh-faced collegian rather than, say, a proven goalscorer (Cristian Gomez? Alex of Fenerbahce? Soccer Dog?), a midfield partner for Shalrie Joseph (Dave van den Berg?) or a seasoned left back (Jay Heaps? Why not?) the Revolution seem to have signaled to the navy-clad masses that no, this will not be the season that they sign a Designated Player.
And somewhere, a Revolution supporter's life force has diminished ever so slightly.