John Daly

I watched the British Open this weekend. At least there was somewhere that wasn't 1000 frigging degrees. John Daly was up front in the beginning. He made the cut and didn't have to find a Hooter's parking lot to sell autographs. But he is still the train wreck waiting to happen. Yes he has had his lap band surgery. Yes he only smokes a few cigarettes on the course. Yes he only guzzles diet coke between holes. Maybe an occasional beer. But he still has a women traveling with him tournament to tournament. I don't keep up if it is the same one each time. Or if he married her. Or if she bore his children. Listing all his kids, wives and others would use up all my blog space. But I remember John Daly arriving on the golf scene knocking the hell out of the ball. You just knew he was going somewhere. Somewhere he has. Wearing the most outrageous and hideous clothes on the tour for money. Even the skinny bitches at my country club who wear those pants can't make them look good. So I feel John is just simmering right now and gonna blow up again any day. His extra bright clothes will make a nice explosion. I hope all the young golfers with great promise I watched play this weekend heed my warning. Following in John Daly's footsteps will have you prancing around like a Mardi Gras float on the golf course. Even Tiger is still wearing black and red.