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For Fourth of July, Patrick and I went to Frisco (small town here, not San Fran...) for a soccer game, concerts, and fireworks. And it was awesome! I thought the soccer game would bore the hell out of me, and even though Patrick's completely into soccer, I thought sitting down for an hour and a half would kill anyone. BUT! It was awesome! There were a bunch of hard core fans with drums and flags and snares and all kinds of fun things, there was a caribbean style band (not sure if those were fans or what), streamers were thrown, the audience (us included) hollered and whistled and booed, and the mascot made the rounds. Then they let us all go down onto the field for the concert. A guy (musician) named Freddy, who was basically adopted by the local radio station after he got dumped by his record label (not because he sucked, but because they got bought by another label), played a set of about an hour. He was really good. And then came the firework. Which, you know, as firework shows go, this was really one of the better ones. I have no idea what makes me say this, because, yeah, seen one firework show, seen them all, but I guess because the entire experience was good, the fireworks were good. After the fireworks, the Temptations played, but Patrick wanted to leave, so we left.
During the game.
It was sunny, I swear.
The mascot. We had good seats.
Later, on the field. Killing time.
Tried to get some candid shots of Patrick. Goofball.
More killing time.
And of course Patrick can't go anywhere without messing up his clothes. He's dancing.
More goofing off.
Watching Freddy.
The fireworks.
During the game.
It was sunny, I swear.
The mascot. We had good seats.
Later, on the field. Killing time.
Tried to get some candid shots of Patrick. Goofball.
More killing time.
And of course Patrick can't go anywhere without messing up his clothes. He's dancing.
More goofing off.
Watching Freddy.
The fireworks.