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.
Man, I wish I knew how to use Photoshop
“Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules? Mark it seven!”
Rules officials did their best Walt
I cannot believe I went with a Billy Joel reference there. What’s done is done, I guess there’s no turning back now.
I am by no means an accomplished or gifted golfer (if you had been able to witness my woeful, whack-f**k performance around the course last Saturday morning, you would undoubtedly agree –
Everybody should feel sorry for poor little Geoff Ogilvy.
Yank a drive off the tee box! C’mon! I can get real erratic on the box if I’m not completely focused. You guys are pervs, man.
Anyway, Rory McIlroy is living a charmed life.
No one who is being completely honest can say that they saw this coming. Even when Y.E.
Hey, slackin’ asses, in between frantically refreshing the page here on the Sportress and looking at porn, you should head on over to Yahoo! Sports to watch live coverage of th
I don’t give a shit what my insurance company says, it wasn’t elective surgery.
But enough about me and my improved penis (for now).
As he prepares for his 17th (!) PGA Championship, John Daly, pictured above during a practice round at Hazeltine Wednesday, blames his recent weight loss for a back problem that he claims he never ha