Thursday, February 16, 2012

GTFO Kelly Osbourne

I will never understand the appeal of Kelly Osbourne. We, as Americans first saw her when she graced our television sets as the foul-mouthed, unattractive daughter of Ozzy Osbourne, the greatest sellout in music history. The show consisted of Ozzy wandering around, and the family throwing around curse words like they were going out of style.

Fast forward 10 years, and Kelly is still television. Sure, she released a couple of albums that no one gave two shits about, and had a stint on Dancing with the Stars. I am not sure if she can dance, because as a flaming heterosexual male, I refuse to watch that show.

Now Osbourne pollutes the airwaves, dishing out fashion advice on some show called "Fashion Police." I have stumbled upon it a few times, and it consists of Joan Rivers, Osbourne, and a collection of other homosexuals. They trash what attractive celebrities wear, and call it entertainment. I'll admit, Rivers has some pretty good one-liners, but the show is obviously for women.

I really do not understand why Osbourne is an authority on fashion. She is one of the few women I have seen who actually lost weight, and became more unattractive. I do not get her appeal, aside from the fact that she used to live in the balls of the Prince of Darkness. Hell, as much as the Kardashian hoes bug me, at least they are fun to look at. What is Kelly offering the masses? It is like the fat girls in high school telling me how unattractive the cheerleaders are.

Osbourne needs to get the hell off of television, like now. Get back to making crappy music, or just go back to England. You have run your course here.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

RIP Mike Darr

It has been brought to my attention that today is the 10-year anniversary of the death of former Padres Mike Darr. For most of you, including Padre fans, his name may not stick out, but I remember him quite well. He was a promising outfielder with the Padres in the early 2000's, and was killed in a car accident before he reached his full potential.

I remember Darr as a guy, while not exhibiting a lot of power, had an inside-out swing that allowed him to slap hits all over the place. Back in 2001, he started off the season 16 for 36, and even led the NL in hitting for a day or two in the early part of the season. I remember one of the greatest catches I have ever seen, when Darr scaled the outfield wall at Qualcomm Stadium to steal a homer from Eric Karros. The Padres were not very good that year, but Darr was definitely a favorite of mine.

Darr was acquired an obscure trade no one really remembers, as he was acquired from Detroit, for Jody Reed. Darr eventually developed into a top-100 prospect, and 2000, he put a nice early season line of .344/.409/.508, which ultimately gave him a promotion.

While no one questioned Darr's ability to hit, the knock on him was his lack power; he only hit 5 HR's in over 500 Major League at-bats, but the guy was solid defensively, and probably would have been a damn good fourth outfielder.

However, a promising career was cut short on February 15, 2002 when Darr was involved in a single car accident that claimed his life. The crash also killed his friend, Duane Johnson, and injured former Padres prospect Ben Howard. The Padres honored Darr with a patch for the 2002 season, to remember a career cut short.

Ten years later, and I still remember Mike Darr. On, he is merely a player who got an extended look in a big league uniform. I will remember a great catch, a sweet, inside-out swing, and an outfielder covered in tattoos. Rest in Peace, Mike, you are forever a Padre, and a part of San Diego sports history.