RICHMOND — Joe Kerridge ran alone after practice last week. Three times, he sprinted the width of the practice field with his pads on, moving through the dank Richmond air which had moved from oppressive and heat-filled to clammy by midweek. Done, he picked up his helmet and walked by himself back to the training facility.
An NFL fullback has never led a glamorous life. His job has always been in line with the dock worker’s toil; an endless grind where all collars were blue. In the 2016 version of the league, things are becoming worse for the fullback position.