So, you’re Chris Massey, you’ve been the Rams’ long snapper for nine years, and you’ve done a heck of a job at it, maybe a handful of bad snaps, out of hundreds of opportunities, the whole time you’ve played. This morning, you’ve got to be wondering why the blue hell the Rams cut you.
I know I am. Chemistry in sports, period, is a fickle thing. Then you’ve got NFL kickers, who are fickle creatures anyway. When you get the harmony the Rams have had, for years, between punter and long snapper...
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