Before we pull on our Loudmouth pants and get all “F-yeah, John Daly!” let’s acknowledge that the substance of this story is, really, pretty much a**hole behavior.
But of course, if the average sports fan had to pick between John Daly and everyone on the PGA Tour not named Tiger Woods, the remote handlers would raise their potato chip-greased hands in favor of John Daly.
The dude is, for better or worse, a legend.
Sidebar: Given his home-made swing, delicate touch, and booming power, could you imagine if JD would’ve, you know, actually practiced and dedicated himself to winning golf tournaments?
Anyway, Long John chatted with the entirely aptly named Dan Le Batard on Thursday. And of course, he brought his knitting needles to work on the rich tapestry that is “the lift of John Daly.” (Not literally. Literally, he probably just brought Marlboro Lights and Diet Coke)
OK. The story. John Daly, who is, what we might call, a “gaming enthusiast,” was leaving a Casino with Sherri (his now ex-wife) some years ago.
And, not surprisingly from a man who has been married four times, Daly and his then-bride were having something of a dustup.
I won like $55,000 in the casino and I said (to Sherri), if you’re going to yell and scream at me about this, I threw it over the bridge going over to Memphis from Arkansas. I threw all the money out the (car) window and said, ‘You know what, if you want that money, you can go find it. But let me tell you something, you don’t have a job. You’re not working. I’m supporting you, I’m paying all the bills.
My buddy (then) took her to a McDonald’s drive-thru and got her two cheeseburgers and some french fries and a soda, and (it was like), ‘OK, this is how you can live from now on if that’s the way you want it.
Yeah, John! Give that B a cheeseburger and tell her to crawl around for money! Not sure this one should be added to the “things we feel comfortable laughing about” files, but it is classic John Daly, which is to say, ridiculous.
It’s also worth noting that, according to Golfweek’s Kevin Casey, Sherri, in her seminal (not really) 2011 work, Teed Off: My Life as Player’s Wife on the PGA Tour, mentioned the incident, stating that she did indeed chase down most of the loot.