I’ve always figured the “appreciation it deserves” is to be thrashed by a doofus frat boy whose Daddy wouldn’t buy him a real Porsche, not maintained in any way, covered in spilled booze and bodily fluids , left in the sun to bake the paint and rot the seats, dinged up, smashed in, generally rode hard and put up wet…

All you Porsche-a-philes just calm your jets. They didn’t mean to drop the 15ton weight on the car, they were aiming for the model.

No doubt, the car is horrific on every level but please tell me Torch is having business cards printed with the title “Shitbox Afficianado”. That needs to be put on the Jalopnik masthead.

Oddly enough, a lot of pits get taken cause the type of scumbag that would steal a dog to use as bait for training their fighting dog tends to prefer big and mean looking dogs.

I think I get it now: your inability to understand how stating an invalid premise over and over doesn’t make it right is a performance art piece, highlighting how Fincher used the most simplistic of devices but pretends its complex and intriguing. Now do a piece that references how his scene staging is reminiscent of…

and still you persist. Your delusions about the adequacy of your own tastes and mental functions are obviously worsening. Seek professional help and Netflix counseling.

And you’re still exhibing awful taste. Fix your bad taste in directors and the issue will be resolved.

Seven is a terrible movie with a hack director. You should have better taste all the time.

Cause they don’t already? I like the idea of making politicians wear logo-covered racing suits showing all their donors like NASCAR. For that matter, each time a politician does a presser, a functionary should be just off camera swapping out trucker hats for all their major donors every 5 seconds.

Creepy, but good word usage.

I wish I could have the movie erased from my memory but only so I could remain blissfully unaware of just how god awful it really is.

three threes and a one?

I bought a ratty Pontiac Aztec from a HS Chemistry teacher and it had little baggies of blue rock candy all over the place...

Years ago, when I still lived in Denver, they were busting guys selling peanuts on Blake. They strong-armed some guy who published his own “Rockies Guide” and sold it on the sidewalk outside the field; I think it was the same guy who initally bought coloradorockies.com that they sued and stole the URL from. I’m a Rox…

Why spend the money on good seats and waste them by not being interested in the game? The trophy wife crowd that piles into the home-plate seats then pays no attention to games is just annoying to me, cause I’d love to have a chance to see a game from that close. That’s exactly why I think we should ban the nets and…

I was at a game in the first couple years of Coors Field where a little girl took a foul ball off the face. She was sitting with her Mommy and friends just above the freaking home dugout. TV replays showed that Mommy was facing away from the batter talking with her friends when the pitch was thrown and didn’t react at…

The Rox have always sold tonnes of merchandise (remember when they opened Coors Field, sold out every game for a decade and often were in the top 5 for most merchandise sold?) The problem is that the owner is only slightly less corrupt than FIFA and all that money, including the massive amounts of cash given to him by…

But the Rox don’t follow thru and “eventually build a contender.” We raise talent through a great farm system, mature them into the bigs then let them get disillusioned and injured over years of utterly failing to flesh out a whole team then either fire-sale them at the trade line or wait till their pissed enough to…

And once more, Fuck the Fucking Rockies and the cock-sucker GM and the asshole owner.