Charles Barkley: An American Idiot
Clown, grinning as a procession of female admirers angled to meet him.
When each of these strangers moved forward, Charles Barkley leaned over
and responded with either a swarming hug or a full-blown makeout kiss.
Particularly odd about his impromptu game of Spin The Bottle was the
timing: It was dead-smack in the middle of the NBA Finals, his only
legitimate chance at a championship as a basketball legend.
So when Barkley and the Phoenix Suns withered in Game 6, missed critical shots in the final minutes and lost to Michael Jordan's Bulls, I was left to ponder the effects of the Chuckster's public partying
those two weeks. What if he had been getting his rest instead of his
jollies? Might he have nailed the game-winning shot, a hero's role left
for journeyman shooter John Paxson? Might the Suns have gone on to win
the title at home in Game 7? Would Charles not go to his grave with a
Grand Canyon-sized crater on his Hall of Fame/Dream Team resume?