CLEVELAND -- I asked Marcus Gilbert to take a look at my iPhone screen.
He'd been sitting at his stall inside the Steelers' locker room here at FirstEnergy Stadium, still suited up, still sweaty and still additionally soaked from four hours of football in a relentless rain. And he was barely budging. Even as cameras and microphones surrounded talkative teammate Ramon Foster at the adjacent stall, big No. 77 stayed planted. Completely silent.
I wondered if maybe this wasn't the best time. Or if maybe there might be some better way to present him with this information rather than just jamming a thumb onto my Twitter app and pushing it into view.
Nah, I thought. He's a straight shooter. Reciprocate. Show the man.