R.I.P. Barrel Man

We're diehard Indianapolis Colts fans, and thus tend to hate the Denver Broncos with a fiery passion normally reserved for plague rats, ex post facto laws, and Jean-Bédel Bokassa. But we're eternally fascinated by sports fans who undergo tremendous physical discomfort in the name of supporting their side—there is something beautifully transcendent about the practice, which strikes us an American-fried version of sadhu asceticism.

And so tonight we'll pour a little Coors Banquet on the curb...