Denise Richards was out at Wrigley Field last Friday telling people that kidney cancer kills. Apparently, so does her singing. I can't begin to adequately describe my frustration after listening to Richards singing 'Take Me Out To The Ballgame' at Wrigley. It was heinous. Who is she anyway besides a face to look at? She's originally from Downers Grove, IL, and "made" it in some B-list movies, married Charlie Sheen, divorced Charlie Sheen, and her mother died from kidney cancer. So, the powers to be in the Cub's organization decided it would be a nice gesture if they gave her a platform to talk about kidney cancer. Good job guys. Another "who gives a hoot" celebrity sporting a Cub's jersey at Wrigley Field. I'm sorry, I have no sympathy for her sorrows as it relates to her mother and her cancer. If people want to find out about kidney cancer, let them find out about it somewhere outside the ballpark. The ballpark is for baseball! Nothing else. I don't want fundraisers, sob stories, musical acts, or pretty tight skinned suburban girls in cute little booths talking about cancer.
The entire seventh inning clown act that has been going on at Wrigley Field since Harry Carey died is pathetic. Cub's management missed it when they decided to continue live 'acts' during the seventh inning stretch. It was Carey's trademark. The very fact the Richards was allowed by Cub's upper management to hold the sacred microphone, let alone "sing" into it is just plain sad. Had Richards been out in left field with the rest of the ditzy balloon heads, nobody would have even noticed.