The heavy lifters.
And the cleanup begins.
Attack of the 80s hair.
The gates open and the sprint for the front begins.
Getting grassy.
"Best not get any on my shirt. I've beat up toddlers for less."
The view from the stage, moments after Drake finishes. View large.
Man down...man down.
Riding a bull was much easier than prison.
If you own a gold jacket, you wear it whenever you can.
Nic, moments before receiving a red card.
She hadn't been this worried since her SATs.
"No bombs. Just dancing!"
