Could This ‘John Daly Being John Daly’ At The British Open Be The Best Photo Ever?
I vote yes. The guy truly is a gift that keeps on giving. He has a look on his face that says, “I’m listening to stupid in stereo.” Either that, or “Sweet Christ. I can’t friggin’ believe how nasty the Guinness fart Padraig just cut smells. Stings the nostrils.” No matter what caused that look on Daly’s face, if I ever had the chance, I would say this to the man: John Daly – shine on, you crazy, garishly-dressed diamond.
Wei Under Par writer Kevin Merfield speculates that all Daly needs to get out of his bleary-eyed funk is a drink. I would suggest a blood transfusion and some hot wings from Hooters might be necessary as well.
A quart of Blue Cheese dressing and an extra side of Buffalo sauce, stat! Don’t you die on me, Johnny Boy!
Somebody Get John Daly a Beer [Wei Under Par]