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Yellowstone was a cultural phenomenon. It spawned a couple spinoffs, more in the works and a barbecue sauce that I see in the grocery store aisles, undoubtedly to transport consumers back to Montana’s most famous fictional ranch and to pretend for just a moment Gator had whipped up a rack of ribs and smothered them in his secret sauce. And while the series is entertaining, it’s equally exhausting and melodramatic. I fear tasting the delicious BBQ sauce might give me a Kayce-like PTSD flashback to Beth pulling up hot in her Bentley smoking a cigarette and yelling about vegans or how some private equity group run by Dr. Evil has concocted some elaborate plan to steal the ranch. But hey, there are almost no bad performances in this show. It maybe should have just rode off into the sunset a couple of seasons earlier. 🐄🐄🐄 / 🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄.

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