Fat, cigarette-smoking John Daly showed up at the PGA Championship, needing a golf cart to get around Bethpage Black and made the preposterous declaration that he felt “obligated” to play in the championship.
Seriously?
We’re going to turn this one over to Bob Geismar from South Florida, he penned this observation about Daly and Daly’s so-called “obligation”:
John Daly said Thursday that he loves playing in the PGA Championship and that, as a past champion, it is his “obligation” to do so. Hmm … obligation?
To do so, he demanded a cart, chain smokes, has a knee the size of a grapefruit and further had zero chance of playing on the weekend. But it is his obligation.
Perhaps his obligation would be better spent on an understanding that golf at the PGA of America’s ultimate event was meant to be walked.
I believe that the PGA of America is so afraid of losing its non-profit tax status that it gave in quickly to Daly’s demand to ride, so as not to create waves, which Daly surely would have created for the organization.
Golf fans can root for or against whomever they choose, and so I can root for or against whomever I choose. I hope Daly spilled his fourth Diet Coke all over himself upon hitting a bump Friday on his way to No. 10.
Thank-you Bob Geismar.
And with that, we’re sending John Daly into the Dog House where, by the way, the dogs have declared it a “smoke-free” dog house.
Chew on that Daly.
