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As a beard owner in Minnesota, I can attest that if that were true, I would no longer be a beard owner in Minnesota. Or at least not an owner of facial hair in the immediate vicinity of my nose and mouth and holy cow, I think I just realized why the Amish wear that specific style of beard.

Although it isn't specifically about Minnesota, I could make a case for Morris Day and The Time's "Cool," 'cause god knows we are.

Everybody there does look like a potato.

Who? Oh, you mean the gal from the crossword puzzles.

It's a huge distinction. Although nowadays Hopkins is something of a magnet for jocks with professional aspirations. Kris Humphries went there.

This guy gets it. I'm going to be mighty sad when it gets imploded next year.

Twins games were consistently packed for the first few seasons of Target Field's existence. Attendance is down this year, but on nice days it's still a pretty hot ticket. A couple decades of the Metrodome got folks excited for outdoor baseball.

Now I'm picturing Pat Williams and Nikola Pekovic in a bobsled.

My favorite thing about watching those games is seeing how many Minnesotans wore festive sweaters to the World Series. Things were a lot different before teams figured out the whole marketing thing.

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I actually managed to maintain a fondness for AJ even after he went to the Sox, just because the guy's such an unadulterated, unapologetic asshole. In an era of image control and pre-packaged narratives, I appreciate a guy who's just a flat-out prick.

Kirby's decline is one of the saddest things I've seen in sports, especially the sexual harassment accusations. If ever there was a "Say it ain't so" moment…

Even though the Twins won that Series, I still harbor resentment toward the Braves. Like, show me a photo of Jeff Blauser or Mark Lemke and I'll physically recoil. I keep the '91 World Series video on my VCR at all times. It makes perfect background noise for basement parties.

Ever see basketball there? The first NBA game I ever saw was Timberwolves-Bucks at the Metrodome. It didn't strike me as odd at the time because I was 9 and hadn't seen anything different, but in hindsight watching professional basketball from temporary bleachers squeezed into the middle of a cavernous stadium was

Be good to Justin, please. He's a good kid.

Ozzie did give the Twins their "Piranhas" nickname, though. That was much appreciated.

You know how they say if you glance around the card table and can't spot the sucker, it's probably you?

Mentioning Herschel Walker on a board full of Minnesota fans is a low blow.

The first time I saw an "Electric Boogaloo" joke was in an AV Club review. The headline was Lawnmower Man 2: Electric Boogaloo, which I found mighty funny, but not as funny as the review itself, which was just a paragraph-long jumble of meaningless letters.