My Life in and out of the Rough: The Truth Behind All That Bull**** You Think You Know About Me
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Ever since his astonishing victory in the 1991 PGA Championship, John Daly has enthralled fans with his big drives, bigger personality, and his "grip it and rip it" approach to golf . . . and to life. Usually seen with a cigarette dangling from his lip, Long John is the unchained, unpredictable, unapologetic bad boy of professional golf.
My Life In and Out of the Rough is the thrillingly—and sometimes shockingly—candid memoir of a larger-than-life athlete battling assorted addictions (alcohol, gambling, chocolate, sex), his weight, and divorce lawyers (having been married four times). Carrying readers off the fairway and into his $1.5-million motor home, Daly takes us on a rollicking ride through his ever-churning world of burgers, booze, casinos, country music, and breathtaking moon shots—and reveals how a down-home Arkansas Everyman rose to the pinnacle of the golf world, escaped from the depths of abject depression, and, ultimately, took control of his life.
Well, sort of . . .
bushes, and even if you’re way left you have a shot at the green. There are a ton of bunkers, but back then, before they lengthened some of the par 4s, I could fly them all. Fortunately for me, Greg “Boats” Rita, who was on my bag at the time, had been on Curtis Strange’s bag at a couple of Dunhill Cups, and he knew the Old Course pretty well. Boats—everybody called him that because of his humongous feet—pretty much summed up what you needed to know about the Old Course in one sentence: “Keep it
And I’ve been married four times. I guess you could say I’m not exactly a poster boy for moderation. But I also won two of golf’s four majors before I turned 30. Only five other golfers in history have done that. You may have heard of them: Bobby Jones, Jack Nicklaus, Tom Watson, Johnny Miller, and Tiger Woods. I am humbled and honored to be on that list. Sometimes I wonder how I’m still standing, let alone chasing my third major. But you know what? I’ve always done it my way, and I think the
to me, “JD, do you know who’s going to be the greatest Champions Tour player of all time?” I say probably Tiger, if he wants to be. And John Michael says, “No, it’s going to be you. They say that as you get older, your swing shortens some. That means by the time you’re 50, your swing could be parallel.” Are You Ever Going to Stop Partying? I could be a wiseass and tell you only when they pry that icy Miller Lite out of my cold, dead hand. Instead, let me tell you a couple of little stories.
me on the ass. ELEVEN STAND BY YOUR WOMAN I always look on the bright side of things. I always think I’m going to hit a perfect shot. I always think I’m going to hit the next jackpot. And I always think that this time it’s going to be love forever and evermore. That’s what I thought when I first laid eyes on Sherrie Miller. She was standing by the green on the 10th hole of the TPC at Southwind course during the first round of the FedEx–St. Jude Classic on June 7, 2001. She just
stereos, sometimes from local shit-kicking country rock bands. People drinking beer, dancing in the field, just hanging out. We had a trampoline in the backyard that we’d haul up next to the house, and then we’d all go up on the roof and jump off. It was about a 10-foot drop. We were all so shit-faced, it’s a wonder somebody didn’t kill themselves. I drank a lot of beer then, and whiskey, too. Truth is, I drank just about everything at those parties. We always knew when Mom was coming back from