when is Sharon going to put a bullet in her husband's head and end this humiliation-for-profit freakshow?
from Jay Mariotti's Sun-Times column:
In a way, then, the Tribsters got what they deserved when Ozzy, struggling to see through strands of red hair and wearing an ''03 OSBOURNE'' Cubs jersey, stumbled to the house mike with the always-pleasant Sharon to do their duty. On the field, the Cubs were locked in a close, meaningful game with the Dodgers. But any competitive mood was lost when 40,000 people were sucked into the dysfunctional world of The Osbournes. Mysteriously absent were budding diva Kelly, back-from-rehab Jack and the dog that supposedly died but didn't.
''All right, Chicago! Here comes Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne!'' shouted The Chipper, abandoning whatever journalistic dignity he still maintains.
''All right, Chicago!'' echoed Ozzy, starting out just fine. ''I want to hear a real, real crazy crowd start singing. Are you ready? Are you ready? I can't hear you! Are you ready? One! Two! Three!''
For the next 40 seconds, I wished I was deaf.
''Let's go out to the ballgame. Let's go out to the yrrrrrrrrrrr.
''Take me (inaudible mumbling) ... the field.
''I don't remember what I had to drrrrrr.'' The humming and mumbling and slurring continued a couple of more verses, until Ozzy finally recognized the merciful end.
''For a fee, two, three strikes you're out at the old ballgame. Yayyyyyyy!''
''Now, let's get some runs!'' said Sharon, following her Cubbie script.
''Yeah, let's get some runs!'' stammered Ozzy. ''Let's get some runs, fellas.''
from Jay Mariotti's Sun-Times column:
In a way, then, the Tribsters got what they deserved when Ozzy, struggling to see through strands of red hair and wearing an ''03 OSBOURNE'' Cubs jersey, stumbled to the house mike with the always-pleasant Sharon to do their duty. On the field, the Cubs were locked in a close, meaningful game with the Dodgers. But any competitive mood was lost when 40,000 people were sucked into the dysfunctional world of The Osbournes. Mysteriously absent were budding diva Kelly, back-from-rehab Jack and the dog that supposedly died but didn't.
''All right, Chicago! Here comes Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne!'' shouted The Chipper, abandoning whatever journalistic dignity he still maintains.
''All right, Chicago!'' echoed Ozzy, starting out just fine. ''I want to hear a real, real crazy crowd start singing. Are you ready? Are you ready? I can't hear you! Are you ready? One! Two! Three!''
For the next 40 seconds, I wished I was deaf.
''Let's go out to the ballgame. Let's go out to the yrrrrrrrrrrr.
''Take me (inaudible mumbling) ... the field.
''I don't remember what I had to drrrrrr.'' The humming and mumbling and slurring continued a couple of more verses, until Ozzy finally recognized the merciful end.
''For a fee, two, three strikes you're out at the old ballgame. Yayyyyyyy!''
''Now, let's get some runs!'' said Sharon, following her Cubbie script.
''Yeah, let's get some runs!'' stammered Ozzy. ''Let's get some runs, fellas.''
