This is an excellent word not used often in modern lexicon: "prude.'' The preferred definition comes from Merriam-Webster: "a person who is excessively or priggishly attentive to propriety or decorum.''
And the opinion here is that if you don't enjoy Charles Barkley in his best forms, those being as a TV panelist and in video replays of his golf swing, that makes you officially a prude.
Three decades ago, the media covering the first assemblage of "The Dream Team'' were allowed to pay for rooms in the same hotel where the players stayed in La Jolla, Calif.
Silas McKinnie, a former Gophers assistant, was working as a scout in the NBA and was at the hotel. I bought him a late-afternoon toddy at the bar, and then Barkley — Silas' friend from Alabama — showed up. They talked; I listened and laughed.
As Charles was leaving for a poker game with other Dream Teamers, a civilian came up to him and said something quietly. Barkley turned and went over to a young man who had spent his life in a wheelchair.
This wasn't a "hello, nice to meet you'' from Charles. High-stakes poker could wait. Barkley sat down and talked with the excited, challenged fan for a half-hour, minimum.
Which is to say, "Put me in the large group that loves Barkley,'' before adding: "Charles is wrong about the Timberwolves being messed up in their usage of 7-foot center Karl-Anthony Towns."
It is Barkley's opinion that when an NBA team has a talented, very big man, he has to be down low to impose himself physically on a defense. Charles was overheard on TNT with this rant a couple of times during the regular season.