



Back in the day, Brian and I used to go to almost every single home
Chicago Fire game. We would hang out in the
Barn Burner section and cheer our good friend
Jesse and the rest of the team on. Now, Jesse plays for
another team -- and for some reason, we just don't go to many games. In fact, this was the first we went to this year. Our brother-in-law got tickets, so Matt, Pam, Ian and Mackenzie came down. Only an hour before the game started, there was a torrential downpour. But there wasn't a drop of rain in the sky as we got there. Unfortunately, the Fire lost to the
LA Galaxy. There wasn't even a
Beckham spotting. Nonetheless, the boys had a blast. We all did.
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