This Sunday, soccer’s World Cup will end with world #1 Argentina facing off against #2 Spain. The day prior, #3 France will play #4 England in the third-place contest. Given how things wound up, it really seems like we could have skipped the 102 matches that preceded all this, but here we are.

In that championship final, Argentina’s veteran superstar Lionel Messi will line up across from Spain’s up-and-coming 19-year-old Lamine Yamal. It will be the second meeting for the two. Back in 2007, Messi first met a six-month-old Yamal as part of a charity photoshoot. Have a look, because it is something:

[Photo via @meninblazers]

Every single thing about this is weird. The coincidence is fairly astounding, to be sure. But also, why was a 20-year-old Messi bathing a strange baby? Why did the mother wind up in the photos, but not the father? Whose idea was this?

This Athletic article attempts to explain how this happened. It does not explain it to the extent that it ought to, but I’m not sure anything can.

Once upon a time, fruits were seasonal. In 2026 America, however, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries are permanently available at grocery stores. That’s thanks in no small part to Driscoll’s, by far the biggest name in berries.

In 1989, its board made what the company calls the Meadowood Declaration, a resolution that seemed preposterous at the time: to make all four berries available, in every season, in every part of the world.

A few decades later, they’ve largely succeeded. But at what cost?

Driscoll’s global raspberry business was built on a cultivar it patented in 2004: the Maravilla, a berry that was red enough, sweet enough and shelf-stable enough to be grown and shipped globally…The drawback of the Maravilla, Mr. Rak said carefully, is that it doesn’t taste all that good.

Sure, they’re not very good, but at least you can always get ’em!

Personally, I’d much rather get some delicious farm stand berries, in season.

A new study posits that sometimes cats groom each other specifically to be annoying.

Has your once-storybook marriage crumbled, leading to a divorce that devastated both your heart and your finances? Perhaps you’d like to memorialize that by paying to repurpose your engagement ring into a divorce ring.

Deb had the diamond from her engagement ring set at one end of an open circle and added a new sapphire to represent her daughter to the other end. It cost $3,000 (£2,245).

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Ring resale values tend to be only around 30% of the original price so for many the trend of giving their old jewellery a new life feels a better investment.

If this feels good, more power to you, divorcées. But let’s not pretend this trend is some wise financial decision.

Whenever the word “investment” is used to mean “expensive purchase”, rather than “outlay of money with the expectation or hope of profit”, someone is trying to sell you something you don’t really need.

It seems comedian Adam Sandler had quite a weekend. First, it is apparently not a joke that he officiated the wedding of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce at Madison Square Garden. I’m skeptical that marriage even counts, but I’m sure everyone had a lovely time.

Shortly after, Sandler went to Nantucket. There he played some pick-up basketball in a delightfully loud tropical shirt. As great a story as this is for those who played, I’m most amused by how Sandler wound up where he did.

Unfamiliar with Nantucket, Sandler actually called the Nantucket Police Department’s non-emergency line to ask where he could find a game, according to public safety dispatcher Chris Reynolds.

Sandler said, “Hey, I’m here on your island and I like to play basketball. Can you tell me where there’s a basketball court I could play on?” Reynolds told the Current. He directed Sandler to the Backus Lane court off Surfside Road.

Do you think Sandler identified himself over the phone? Or did he do one of his voices? Is the police non-emergency line the right resource for this? It seems to have worked, anyway.

I’m not entirely sure that call should have been made public, but I’m glad it was.