After being on leave since his January blow-job-fueled DUI, Charles Barkley will be returning to television coverage of the NBA, appearing on TNT’s Inside the NBA.
“From the beginning, Charles recognized that he used poor judgment. He took full responsibility and apologized for his actions,” Turner Sports president David Levy said in a statement. “We look forward to having him back in the studio.”
I think Barkley was an absolute riot about the whole thing, and I just adore the guy. What can I say? I’m an old-school Suns fan. I haven’t watched basketball since, like, ’95 or so, but damn were the Suns fun to follow when I was a kid growing up in Phoenix. So Barkley earned a soft spot in my heart, and I’m glad this worked out for him.
Although I asked my mom the other day, “Hey, Mom, when did Charles Barkley divorce his wife?” and my mom was like, “Uh, they’re still married.” So I’m sure Maureen Barkley is JUST DELIGHTED about all this talk about her husband getting a DUI on his way to a blow job.
Beet, wait: the guy had a blood-alcohol level of .149. How is it that ‘he’s just an absolute riot’ to be adored?
No, friends. No. We don’t laugh off drunk driving, not even when it’s CB, and he’s charming, and he has the perfect excuse that he’s about to get oral.
You’re right, it’s not acceptable, but I’ll take the Charles Barkley DUI over the Mel Gibson any day. I think after that Mel bullshit that I am just happy when anyone gets a DUI without cussing out Jews.
Well, I can’t argue with you there.
I met Sir Charles at The Brooklyn in Seattle years ago when he was still playing for The Suns. At first, I thought, “Oh God. THAT asshole”, when I saw him walk in. He sat at the table next to mine, and was a complete DELIGHT. I’ve loved him ever since…drunken blow-jobs or not.
He’s HILARIOUS on TNT…we actually try to find new, funny ways that he pronounces names…Penna Hahdaway, Scotta Pippin–the list is endless.
I LOVE CHARLES. I don’t care.
I think it was 1993 and I was in high school in San Antonio. My friends and I managed to get into the Bonham and I guess the Suns played the Spurs because (Gasp!) we found ourselves standing near Charles Barkley and his body guards. I watched him make out with a blond, pull her boob from her kinda tacky dress and fondle it openly. Then he shoved her away from him, called her a whore loud enough for us to hear and walked off flanked by his guards. She stood there looking stunned and put her boob back in her dress. Strange aside, it was male stripper night, though I’m pretty sure he wasn’t there for that particular event.
One of the countless losers calling themselves “artists”. Go, baby, go…