By his sixth try, I wanted to run him over with a truck and, in the fine journalistic tradition, ask him how it felt. I kept waiting for Gray to ask Rose what he did with the Lindbergh baby. Tell us where Jimmy Hoffa is buried, Pete. Jim Gray is a good reporter. He's also the guy who'd come to your wedding with the stripper who danced in your lap the night before.
Journalism is a messy business.
The people who do it are sometimes under tremendous pressure. But at some point, your instincts as a reporter need to yield to your instincts as a human being. Assuming you are one. Gray's instincts were dead off Sunday night. Obviously, the approach you have taken has not worked.