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He plied his wares with the lethal accuracy of an elite marksman, missing shots like Cal Ripken missed baseball games. Often quiet and reserved, he kept it close to the vest and may not have had any SWAT experience, but was a cool customer in his own way. Unlike too many disgruntled veterans, he refused to scowl and scorn at lesser photogs, instead he’d quietly churn out one shot-of-the-night after another, making his competitors crumple pop cans with their bare hands. My blisters are permanent at this point.

RIP Mike Cassese, we hardly knew ye.

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