In golf’s buttoned-up world of cliche quotes and endless etiquette procedures, sometimes a misfit character will rise above the fray. Like a peacock spreading its feathers in a bright display of colour, some personalities cannot be muted or ignored. In golf, this character is John Daly – the only golfer, other than the legendary Arnold Palmer to have a drink named after him. If John Daly were a rockstar he’d be Lemmy Kilmister.
I’ve been a lifelong fan of golf and when John Daly came on the scene he brought with him, the golf of the public, municipal courses. Quetsionable attire, beer cart girls, and scarfing down hotdogs at the turn. I loved it. Everything about it. It lacked all the pretense the sport of golf is known for. For example, here he is crushing a drive off of a beer can with a smoke hanging out of his mouth…
It wasn’t all antics either. The guy can flat-out play the game at a high level. PGA Rookie of the year in 1991, winner of 2 majors, and a drive that is the real-life equivalent of Happy Gilmore crushing drives 400 yards. Oh yeah, he can also rock a mic and guitar with the best of ’em!
His noteriety looms even larger off of the course with a personal life filled with huge peaks and valleys. But the thing I respect about John Daly is his ability to comeback. This is a man who, despite his faults, has no quit in him. Recently he won on the Champions Tour at age 51 and in typical John Daly fashion, he attributed his success to losing 67 pounds on a whiskey and popcorn diet.
Bravo John. Don’t ever change. We love you just the way you are!!