As long as reader Charles Fowler is willing to risk the ridicule of desensitized young male adults that sports, and their TV and radio partners embrace as their targeted VIPs, we’ll turn the top of this column over to Mr. Fowler:

“I would like to congratulate William Karlsson of the Las Vegas Golden Knights for keeping the streak alive by dropping multiple F-bombs during a major sports team’s championship celebration in front of fans and families.

“Can’t think of the last time during a team’s public celebration when at least one player didn’t pick up the microphone to use the F-bomb. And it’s accepted and even celebrated. Started [in Boston, 2013] with ‘BigPapi.’ ”

Since Fowler’s email arrived add Geno “The Merciless” Auriemma to the trash pile. Last week the state-funded autonomous coach of UConn’s women’s basketball team, added, “How about we just shut the f–k up and win games?”

Class dismissed. The F-word — once a vulgarity for which you were sent to the principal’s office, your parents summoned for your inexcusably antisocial misconduct — has become the new word for public-figure adults to very publicly speak to emphasize sincerity, conviction and diminished social standards.

Today, if a ballplayer or coach is accidentally captured on TV shouting “F–k!,” TV replays present it in slow motion to ensure that even the disapproving — the Charles Fowlers — didn’t miss it. CBS still holds the record. It showed Tom Brady hollering “F–k!” from the sidelines once live then three times on tape.

Would TV shot-callers imbue the use of the F-word among their kids and families in public? At the dinner table? Would they scream, “Happy f—ing birthday!” in a restaurant?

But such visual and audio artistry is now considered must-see-and-hear TV. And to my knowledge, not one network exec has demanded on-site producers, directors and “highlights” editors cut it out.

During the second round of last week’s U.S. Open, Jordan Spieth let fly a loud “F!” Golf Channel’s/NBC’s Craig Perks noted that Spieth “wasn’t pleased” with his shot. Thanks for the explanation.

But then NBC provided it all again on tape.

Me-first, showboater and anthem kneeler Megan Rapinoe, addressing a NYC World Cup celebration throng on behalf of her U.S. teammates, made sure to holler the F-word.

That was part of what made her and the rest of the victorious women’s team so intolerable, and not just to the rest of the world, but to Americans, as well. Joe Biden then gave her the highest civilian medal the U.S. can bestow and HBO selectively — dishonestly — presented her as a noble social activist.

Pete Alonso, CC Sabathia, Kobe Bryant and dozens of others have been indulged for their public crassness. Two Super Bowl winners — Willie McGinest, fired by NFL Network after felony charges of an assault caught on tape, then Travis Kelce, have used their public postgame platforms to merrily holler “F–k!”

Despite more layoffs, ESPN just signed Pat McAfee for a reported $17 million per. His talent is shameless, endless cussing on the air, though he said he’ll try to limit his f-wording as a small favor to Disney.

But why not? The Super Bowl halftime show under Roger Goodell has become an X-rated extravaganza by selection and design. If, for example, Goodell had a problem with Rihanna fingering/touching herself then smelling her fingers this past Super Bowl, he kept it to himself.

All I know is that NBC’s on-air “Today Show” crew, all parents including Al Roker, claimed the next morning that they absolutely loved her performance. I still don’t believe them.

But rather than tell a civil truth or even ignore it, they chose to pander to the hideous crudity, providing it their personal stamps of approval.

That’s the issue above the issue. The decent-headed have no advocates in a position of authority.

One would think that Adam Silver, Goodell, Rob Manfred and Gary Bettman would have long ago publicly demanded an end to the public vulgarities from their charges and live audiences. One would think they’d be eager to ensure that their leagues’ best foot was the only one put forward. If detached, vulgarity-chanting fools objected, good!

But pandering to the lowest denominator — watching our sports as they self-destruct and eliminate the right-minded rather than risk offending the most offensive — has become the preferred, gutless, classless, down-pointed response.

Stats you won’t read on MLB Network: Twenty-four of 30 MLB teams now average eight or more strikeouts per game. In 2007, the number was 2 of 30.

Wednesday, against four Reds pitchers, the Rockies struck out 15 times.

While we’re at it, NYC-born Dodgers rookie Emmett Sheehan threw six hitless innings last Friday before manager Dave Roberts, “Aaron Boone, West,” yanked him with a 4-0 lead against the Giants. The Dodgers lost, 7-5.

One more: Because he pitched three innings, Boston reliever Cory Kluber was credited with a save Tuesday in a 10-4 win against the Twins. In his three innings, Kluber allowed five hits, one walk, three home runs and four earned runs, worth a save the same as three up and three down.

With the proposed pro golf merger to include the Saudi government tour, many have been reminded of PGA Tour boss Jay Monahan’s year-old boast that no player “ever had to apologize for being a member of the PGA Tour.”

Jack Jones, a Patriots defensive back out of USC, was arrested at Boston’s Logan Airport this week for transporting two guns in his carry-on — he has pleaded not guilty. First flight? Question for social activist phony Roger Goodell: Do all NFL players arrested on weapons charges expect that kind of trouble or do they plan to cause it?

It’s hopeless. John Sterling remains the same fundamentally bereft radio play-by-play man as when he began calling Yankees games in 1989. Thus, he still leaves it up to listeners to guess the teams with inning-enders such as last week’s, “After two, we’re tied at one.”

Reader Patrick Rowan reports that this month’s annual International Boxing Hall of Fame ceremonies were destroyed by the selection of rapper Flava Flav as Grand Marshal. As seen on video, Flav’s opening remarks paid homage to the inductees by urging the audience to chant his name — then grew worse.

Stella! Monday, Gary Cohen exclaimed that Max Scherzer had delivered “a stellar pitching performance.” He often uses “stellar.” Wonder if, off the air, he has ever said, “Honey, this meatloaf is stellar!”?

Phil Mushnick’s column returns July 14.