Friday, August 10, 2007
The John Daly Conundrum
I've been getting a lot of mixed reviews about everyones favorite insane golfer, John Daly, and I had to weigh in (get it, weigh in...John Daly...slightly overweight, that is an amazing drop).
So he's crazy - he had a ton of talent that he never really had to work at and won two majors on absolute raw talent, man hit ball far. He's landed in more off field troubles than entire football teams, mostly in the immature realm of trashing hotel rooms and gambling away hundreds of thousands of dollars while chugging Jack Daniels by the handle and autographing fat girls tits with your shirt off.
No matter, Daly is pretty much what you look for in entertainment. The guy does what most golfers only dream of - smokes the ball miles, hits driver on every hole and thinks that not playing practice rounds (the most monotonous part of professional golf) is the best approach to a major championship. He makes you laugh, shrug your shoulders and hope for the best.
No matter if you hate him for wasting away his glory years or love him for his real life Roy McAvoy-ness, he's an absolute hoot.