Yao Ming has an hilariously bad golf swing, but the undisputed master of the two-sport golf swing of shame is the “swing halfway down, stop, shake around a bunch, follow through” stroke of NBA legend Charles Barkley. I don’t wan to sound like I’m exaggerating for comic effect, but on a list of the objectively worst things in the world, it’s in the top ten. Famine, child abuse, callousness, Charles Barkley golfing, war. Something like that.

‘Inside The NBA’ decided to put together all the clips they could find of Barkley’s swing, and it’s as amazing and impossible as you’d hoped. They don’t just laugh at him about it, they ask the important questions, like “who are you trying to emulate?” and “what’s WRONG with you?” Sir Charles doesn’t have any answers, he just kinda sits there rubbing his face and apologizing.

What can you say? It’s the worst. But it’ll live forever, so that’s something.

[via The NBA Mistress]

Charles Barkley’s latest Weight Watchers has given hope to fat guys across the country … according to the narrator, you may gain an inch of penis length for every 35 pounds you use. It’s not a magical transfer system or anything, you just have less gunt covering your stuff so it looks bigger. Or, it’s magic, I don’t know how Weight Watchers works.

Charles doesn’t share any of that information. He just lists off euphemisms for penis. Johnson, willy, cyclops, Buster McThunderstick (?), they’re all here. It’s great and all, but I’m going to be pissed if there isn’t an extended cut where he gets to say all the ones he couldn’t say in a Weight Watchers commercial. Maybe it’s selfish, but Charles Barkley saying ‘f**kstick’ is on my bucket list. I also think they could’ve worked in a reference to the Five Buck Cock. It rocks, it rocks.

The clip (by way of our pals at Sportress) is below (get it).

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According to Darren Rovell’s twitter, the Ashley Madison ad that was not allowed to air during the Super Bowl has been released online. Ashley Madison is a dating service for married people hoping to start having an extramarital affair. The commercial does not reveal any of this information. It looks like something that was made by college students; chock full of terrible transitions, inconsistencies, and cheap graphics. I could look over all of those, however, if someone explained to me what this guy is doing with that animal. I have no idea what that thing is supposed to be. The whole commercial is after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »

The last seven months have been difficult for LeBron James. After dealing with rumors of his mother bedding Delonte West and battling the subsequent feeling of soul-crushing emptiness, the self-proclaimed King set a new precedent in douchetardedery by declaring that he would be “taking his talents to South Beach” on national television.

In doing so, he became the most vilified athlete in all of sports. The only reason I write about LeBron is so that it give me a chance to post my cutout of the dog with a popped collar smoking a cigarette. It’s funny because a dog would never do those things.

I imagine that LeBron is overpaying a team of executives to figure out a way to change his public image. If he does, they’re pretty awful at their jobs, considering he produced that Nike commercial, and will star in his very own TV show, subtly titled, “The LeBrons.”

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