Dean Jackson is a quiet lover of Halloween. Every year since his freshman year at Rice University, Jackson has attended his city's symphony's (first the Houston Symphony, now the Phoenix Symphony) Halloween concert. It's always a wonderful night of traditionally spooky and bone-chilling music, such Edvard Grieg's "Hall of the Mountain King," Saint Saens' "Danse Macabre," and Rachmaninov's "Isle of the Dead." Having played many of the pieces himself over the years, Jackson is a music super nerd and often brings full scores (or at least the violin part [he played the violin]) so he can read along as the music is performed.
After the concert, Jackson goes home to hand out candy. Being a professional football player, Jackson doesn't go for the fun sized stuff. Professional kicker and punter for the Arizona Outlaws Dean Jackson is out here handing out full sized snickers bars. And in the days before, Jackson and his fiance set up super cool decorations that aren't, like, super spooky because they don't want to scare kids, but are somewhat spooky because if you have zero spook at all on Halloween then what are you even doing bro. I don't know. Playing Christmas or Thanksgiving. Miss me w/ that shit. Until a month at least
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After the concert, Jackson goes home to hand out candy. Being a professional football player, Jackson doesn't go for the fun sized stuff. Professional kicker and punter for the Arizona Outlaws Dean Jackson is out here handing out full sized snickers bars. And in the days before, Jackson and his fiance set up super cool decorations that aren't, like, super spooky because they don't want to scare kids, but are somewhat spooky because if you have zero spook at all on Halloween then what are you even doing bro. I don't know. Playing Christmas or Thanksgiving. Miss me w/ that shit. Until a month at least
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