This. He'll have a photo op somewhere in the bowels of Gillette with his buddy Bob, and some pre-recorded BS with the announcers and/or NFL Network, but they'll never show him on the Jumbotron, will hide him away in some untouchable suite, and he'll come out the next day and say he had "no problems" at Gillette, and that the fans he saw (i.e. Bob Kraft) were "gracious" and "welcoming" or some clap trap. Hopefully that will be belied by the myriad of clown shirts and noses in the audience, and the loud chants of, "Where is Roger?" during the game. F him. I hope he has a miserable time, although he'll never in a million years admit it.