John Daly won the PGA Championship all the way back in 2001, meaning he was an invited attendee at the annual Champions Dinner on Tuesday night.
John Daly is without question one of the most colorful personalities in the history of professional golf.
If the Masters truly is “A tradition unlike any other,” as Jim Nantz puts it, then the annual pilgrimage made by John Daly to Augusta to hawk his wares at the local Hooters during Masters
John Daly, a winner of the PGA Championship back in 1991 PGA Championship at Crooked Stick, has a lifetime exemption from qualifying for the fourth and final major tournament of the PGA Tour season.
The cig hanging out of his mouth really completes the picture, does it not?
It’s been a wild ride for John Daly — as far as his pants are concerned — as he plays the 2014 British Op
Step aside SpongeBob, John Daly’s chosen golf attire as it pertains to his choice of pants has moved on to something a little less cartoonish and a lot more sexy.
Granted, it isn’t during actual tournament play, but John Daly, a dapper dresser of sorts who never fails to surprise — or shock — onlookers due to his decision to show up at golf e
John Daly, you are one crazy S.O.B.
John Daly, known as the “Man of a Thousand Pairs of Garish Pants” (okay, not really, but he could be), took part in the Pebble Beach Pro-Am on Thursday rocking perhaps the craziest pair o
Sure, SpongeBob SquarePants golf pants may be perfect for playing a round of golf in a pineapple under the sea, but how would trousers featuring the slightly annoying cartoon character translate to a
Would you look at that? They are even wearing identical pants. What we have here is John Daly imparting what I imagine to be very worthwhile wisdom on to his eight-year-old son, John, Jr.
After missing the cut with a 153 (+13) on the first two days of the PGA Championship, 1991 champion John Daly became simply a golf fan and watched the drama unfold over the weekend.
A sore thumb, to be sure. A sore, plaid thumb to be exact. Actually, a sore, plaid thumb rocking some über-casual blue jeans to really drive the point home.
Professional, slightly-washed up golfers: they’re just like us! Well, at least male golfers. I have to admit I have never seen a woman relieve herself during a round on a golf course.