I don’t golf, nor do I often read SI. But, this article in which Rick Reilly describes Sir Charles’ golf swing is hilarious. (Click here).
Have you ever secretly longed to comb through airplane wreckage? Had a morbid curiosity about autopsies? Wanted to tour a torture camp?
I have. That’s why I purposely set out to play golf with Charles Barkley. Wait, don’t get mad! I’ve never met anybody in sports I admire more than Sir Charles. He is more fun than a Dubai expense account. He is unfailingly hilarious, generous and honest.
But his golf swing? Technically, it’s not even a swing. It’s a lunge. Scientists study it. He gets to the top, starts down and then—two feet from impact—just stops! Totally freezes! He looks like a man waiting for a rattlesnake to pop up so he can kill it. It’s the only swing in the world with an intermission. Me, I’d quit and take up the tuba. But not Barkley. He plays golf all the time.
