John Daly likes to use visual cues to keep the club head down through his swing. A leaf, maybe a broken tee…a cigarette he just killed — Daly places something small in front of the golf ball, hitting both objects onto the range to ensure a smooth finish.
This man is Hooters target audience.
Daly shot a 71 on Thursday at The Open, which seems like a miracle considering how well he takes care of himself (apparently he’s been sober for seven years, but there’s no telling how true that is). After a lifetime of having more fun than human beings are physically capable of, there’s no denying the guy is in rough shape. Seriously, flip through this slideshow from the last few days and tell me he doesn’t look like an Icelandic version of Shrek. It’s incredible. The man is walking art installation. He’s and American institution. Zero fucks given. He’s priceless.
Never change, John (unless your doctor tells you to.)