Adrian Peterson has an escape route from his current troubles.
Peterson hasn't had a paycheck coming in for a while, and he has more young mouths to feed than Catholic Relief Services. Furthermore, he has managed to give the sporting public the general impression that he has all the intelligence of a garden-variety legume. And that camel he rode to his Aladdin-themed birthday party is making a mess of his backyard.
So his stalemate with the Vikings needs to end soon. And Peterson has zero leverage. He's like the out-of-town tourist who issues a list of demands before he'll turn over his wallet to a crowbar-wielding mugger.