If you know anything at all about John Daly—and if you don't, what in the hell are you doing with this book in your hands?—you know he approaches the game of golf from an, uh, slightly different perspective than your average two-time major winner.
How different? Well, for starters, Long John thinks the PGA Tour ought to permit Bermuda shorts, make carts mandatory, let him wear his hair down to his butt if he wants to, and strip-search tournament patrons at the entrance gate to keep cameras and cell phones off the course.
In Golf My Own Damn Way, you'll take a virtual ride on Big John's magic bus as he tells you the best way to grip it so you can rip it. Looking for a sure cure to bunkerphobia? It's here. A one-hour golf lesson that's 100 percent guaranteed to make you a better golfer? Ditto. Want to know why you should occasionally leave your big dog in your trunk, how to watch your weight, and what golf and sex have in common? You came to the right book.
And while he's busy explaining all these and many other things, Daly also tells you why you should keep your head out of the game, let your belly lead your hands, listen to your right foot, check your ball position—and buy a hybrid (the club, not the car).
Following in the spike prints of his 2006 bestselling autobiography, My Life In and Out of the Rough, Golf My Own Damn Way is an off-the-wall and intensely personal yet imminently practical and accessible tip sheet on how to cut ten strokes off your score—now.
Two things are certain: you've never seen a golf instructional book quite like this one, and you'll never need another one.
Fairways and greens, Pard!
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About the Author
John Daly is one of the most popular professional golfers in the world today. Celebrated for his towering tee shots, Daly has won the PGA's Driving Distance Crown a record-setting eleven times. He was named the 1990 PGA Tour Rookie of the Year and went on to win the PGA Championship the following year and the British Open in 1995. He is the author of the New York Times bestselling autobiography My Life In and Out of the Rough: The Truth Behind All That Bull**** You Think You Know About Me.
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Golf My Own Damn WayA Real Guy's Guide to Chopping Ten Strokes Off Your Score
By John Daly
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2007 John Daly
All right reserved.
Get Ready to Play
You've got a 2:00 tee time. It's coming up on 1:30. You and your playing partners have just finished a nice lunch in the clubhouse. You're all relaxed, and you're all looking forward to your round, but everybody agrees you've got just enough time for one more beer before you tee 'em high and let 'em fly.
Okay, read my lips: No!
You read them right: I said No, as in "No One for the Road."
"What's that he said? John Daly telling us not to have another round of beers? What's wrong with this picture? Has he given up beer or something?"
The answers to your four questions are You Heard Me Right, Yes, Nothing, and Hell, No.
Look, the Lion hasn't gone and changed his spots or cut off his mane or anything. It's just that we're supposed to be talking here about the best way to knock 5 to 10 strokes off your score so you can enjoy the game of golf a bunch more, not how to drink a bunch more beer. I'm guessing we both know how to do that. So trust me and follow my thinking here.
See, I think that the best way to knock a stroke or two—maybe more— offyour score on the first four holes alone is to spend the 30 minutes before your tee time down at the range getting ready to play instead of back up at the clubhouse or over in your cart knocking down beers.
It's simple, really. There'll be plenty of time for beers later, but the time to knock a stroke or two off your combined scores on the first four holes is right now. You heard right: I'm saying you can lose a stroke or two on your first four holes by spending half an hour or so down at the range before you tee off.
Help me out here. Think back on the last five rounds you played with no time spent at the range. (Most amateurs I know, that would be the last five rounds they played.) You know, times you were still in the parking lot tying your shoes when the starter called out for the next group—you and your buddies—to stand by near the first tee. Or the times you were hustling over from the clubhouse at five minutes before 2:00.
Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Traffic was heavy, or you had some damned-fool "honey-do" chore to finish at home, or some other good excuse. Or you just had to have you that wedge of pie and coffee— or beer—in the clubhouse.
Whatever, you got to the first tee with only just enough time to swing your driver as hard as you could about ten times to "loosen up." (You're doggone lucky you didn't pop a pucker string or something.)
Next thing you know, you're up on the tee box, telling yourself to relax and swing nice and easy. You stare long and hard down the middle of the fairway, trying to visualize your shot like all the golf magazines tell you to do. Then you give the Big Dog a pro-quality waggle, suck in a deep breath, and take a mighty rip at the ball.
Duck-hook, OB. First-hole mulligan? Sure, you betcha. Next, on what the cranky old USGA says is your third shot, you hit a dying quail about 200 yards into the thick gunch on the far right. You go down and find it (if you're lucky) and hack it out about 50 yards. Next you skull a worm-burner to about 75 yards short of the green, smooth a soft wedge to about 20 feet ("Great shot, partner!"), and 3-putt because you're still so pissed off about that fiasco off the tee.
Let's see now, one, two . . . okay, we'll put you down for a 7.
Triple bogey, with your mulligan.
Or a big fat 9—Snowman with a Top Hat—if some asshole in your foursome insists that you play by the Rules of Golf.
Shit, either way your day is done, scoring-wise, before you can even make it over to number 2 tee box.
Sound familiar? I bet it does. Maybe it's not that bad all the time. (If it's worse, don't tell me.) But when it is, I don't need to tell you that it puts you into a hole you never crawl out of. More likely, you dig yourself even deeper over the next three holes.
So let's go back now, and you tote up your scores on the first four holes of the last five rounds without any time at all, or hardly any, at the range before teeing off. Go ahead. I'll wait.
Just kidding. I don't really expect you to remember your exact scores on the first four holes you played yesterday, much less the last five rounds. But the point I want to get across here is that you almost always score worse on those first few holes when you spend no time at the range than you do when you give yourself a little time—say, 30 minutes—to get ready to play.
Not to be disrespectful or anything, but you better golfers already know this. There's no single-digit golfer on the planet who'd even think of walking out to the first tee cold, with no prep time whatsoever. A guy that good, he'd rather stay home and mow the yard rather than go tee off without getting ready to play. And if for some reason he did, he'd know what to expect: not coming close to playing to his handicap that day because he screwed up those first few holes.
My experience, based on playing in about a million pro-ams and at least that many rounds with friends back at my course in Arkansas, is that the higher a guy's handicap, the more likely he is to shortchange himself on prep time before he tees off, and the bigger chance he has to shoot himself in the foot in the first few holes.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Irascible golfer John Daly responds to the recent spate of "how-to-golf-like-me" books, including Tiger Woods' bestselling "How I Play Golf" with "Golf My Own Damn Way." The two-time major champion (1991 PGA Championship and 1995 British Open) gives practical advice for the common player to improve and enjoy the game more.The book is written in the same "grip it and rip it" style of Daly's golf game, with short chapters written on specific topics. Among Daly's advice is shortening warm-up times on the practice range, always using a golf cart, and always using enough club. There is a mixture of technical lessons, game management tips, and humorous thoughts about the game.This is not a book for those just starting to play golf and struggling to learn the rules and the basic techniques. However, if you know roughly how to play the game and are looking for hints of how to get better, this is a fun romp with John Daly leading the way.
A number of good insights from one of the most naturally gifted golfers on how to shave 10 strokes.I took the following tips as things that will help me right away 1)let your belly lead your hands...always, 2) how to warm up when you get to the course.Quick read.
I even know him!