Will have to try that recipe. I used one from NYT Cooking — was skeptical at first, but it called for rutabaga, so knew it was legit. One of my daughters said, “This isn’t exactly bursting with flavor.” I’m like, “No shit! That’s why I’m putting ketchup all over it.” She’d never make it in a mine.

Coming in late to confirm that yes, it means “hatmaker.” While we’re here, I wanted to share that I made pasties a few weeks ago and nobody liked them except me. Slovenian culture is an acquired taste (or not, I guess).

Got this at the Target Field team store pre-Pohlads keeping the team and pre-fire sale in anticipation of son’s birthday, which is today. He unwraps it, looks at it, and says, “Thanks, I guess.”

It would be hilarious if Manfred and/or other smaller-market owners convinced them there’ll be a salary cap at the end of the rainbow.

Serious question: if the Twins had a game at Target Field tonight, would they have been able to pull this shit? Saints are in Toledo. How would they have been able to have anything close to a full roster?

This should be every Pohlad’s epitaph

Hard to become the laughing stock in a division that features one team’s entire pitching staff going 1919 Black Sox, AND the entire roster of the current White Sox — but thank you, Pohlads and Derek Falvey, you did it. You really did it.

Scotts Stahoviak and Aldred

Might need to kinda kick it in the chillout ‘pen

(sorry, just listened to this on the way to work).

He’s been trying to get people to call him David Cone, but people keep hitting him like he’s Dave Boswell.

Inguinal

Tired: complaining about the NYT Spelling Bee changing puzzles in the middle of the day.

Wired: complaining that the new puzzle doesn’t recognize one of the types of hernias name-checked by Weird Al in “Living with a Hernia.”

That was the case for games 1 and 2. This is OKC being 19 games better plus the Wolves playing worse than I’ve seen since the J.R. Rider era.

Update?

Julius Randle going the Sam Darnold route and playing so terribly in his last few games that it’s easy for fans to move on. Savvy veteran move.

I see none of you want to talk about how the Wolves are on pace to only allow 104 points tonight.

Wow, so the Twins’ play DID get a manager fired after all

I was thinking about this the other day after a rewatch: The Truman Show

Quote post this with a picture of the aircraft you’ll accept as a bribe.

I lived in Little Canada for five years in my 20s, and the only bar I remember that wasn’t a bowling alley was the Hoggsbreath.

I have a weak spot for them, too, even in places I don’t live anymore. This paragraph in particular is a MAGA Safari Madlibs.

Will the Wolves and Wild both use the same parade route, or do you think the Wild will just stick to St. Paul?

Not Minnesotan. Unless he signs an incorrect scorecard.

New York Times push notification reading: Hear Our New Show / The Opinion columnist Ross Douthat tackles whether the Trump trade war is worth it on his new "Interesting Times" podcast. Below that are screencaps of the end of GRIZZLY MAN with Werner Herzog listening to the Grizzly Man’s final recording and telling his widow to never listen to it

I don’t know if this counts as a hot take or not, but TRUE GRIT is top tier Coen Brothers, and might be better than their other, more acclaimed Western adaptation.

The Big Board . . . It was about an Earthling man and woman who were kidnapped by extra-terrestrials. They were put on display in a zoo on a planet called Zircon-212. These fictitious people in the zoo had a big board supposedly showing stock market quotations and commodity prices along one wall of their habitat, and a news ticker, and a telephone that was supposedly connected to a brokerage on Earth. The creatures on Zircon-212 told their captives that they had invested a million dollars for them back on Earth, and that it was up to the captives to manage it so that they would be fabulously wealthy when they were returned to Earth. The telephone and the big board and the ticker were all fakes, of course. They were simply stimulants to make the Earthlings perform vividly for the crowds at the zoo–to make them jump up and down and cheer, or gloat, or sulk, or tear their hair, to be scared shitless or to feel as contented as babies in their mothers’ arms. The Earthlings did very well on paper. That was part of the rigging, of course. And religion got mixed up in it, too. The news ticker reminded them that the President of the United States had declared National Prayer Week, and that everybody should pray. The Earthlings had had a bad week on the market before that. They had lost a small fortune in olive oil futures. So they gave praying a whirl. It worked. Olive oil went up.

Thinking of this Kilgore Trout story from Slaughterhouse-Five today for no particular reason

If you don’t count Trixter as celebrities (how dare you), it would be this

No cheating. The last saved celebrity pic is your therapist.

I’m on spring break, so I’m just continuing to enjoy Russell Westbrook’s epic fuck-uppery on a loop on the post-game highlights.