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MIAMI GARDENS, Fla. – Inside the Steelers locker room, in the minutes after the vomiting and the cramping and the stinking and the losing had ended for the day, Ben Roethlisberger hobbled toward the showers on two heavily wrapped knees.
As he passed Antonio Brown, who had just begun the ridiculous post-game ritual in which he dresses so slowly and carefully you’d think he was going straight to the prom, no words were exchanged.
Because there was no point, was there? They hadn’t communicated effectively all day; why attempt it now?
The Steelers stunk from one edge of the depth chart to the other Sunday in this wickedly perplexing 30-15 loss to the Dolphins, but make no mistake – nobody stunk like Ben and A.