My Life in and out of the Rough: The Truth Behind All That Bull**** You Think You Know About Meby John Daly, Glen Waggoner (With), Glen Waggoner
Long John, usually seen with a Marlboro Light dangling from his lip, is the unchained, unpredictable, unapologetic bad
Ever since his astonishing victory in the 1991 PGA Championship, John Daly, known affectionately on the PGA Tour as "Big 'Un," has enthralled fans with his big drives, bigger personality, and "Grip It and Rip It" approach to golf -- and to life.
Long John, usually seen with a Marlboro Light dangling from his lip, is the unchained, unpredictable, unapologetic bad boy of professional golf. "The only rules I follow," JD likes to say, "are the Rules of Golf."
Daly's play-it-as-it-lays approach drives My Life in and out of the Rough, a thrillingly -- and sometimes shockingly -- candid memoir of a larger-than-life athlete battling assorted addictions (alcohol, gambling, chocolate, sex), his weight, and, perhaps worst of all, divorce lawyers. (He's been married four times.) A two-time major winner before he turned thirty, John Daly is one of the most popular athletes in the world. Taking readers with him off the fairway and into his $1.5-million motor home for a rollicking ride through his life -- an ever-churning world of booze, burgers, casinos, country music, and breathtaking moonshots -- Daly reveals how a down-home Everyman from Arkansas managed to rise to the peak of the golf world, escape from the depths of abject depression, and, finally, take control of his life.
Well, sort of.
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My Life in and out of the RoughThe Truth Behind All That Bull**** You Think You Know About Me
By John Daly
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2006 John Daly
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Playin' the Tour and
Back in the summer of 1991, my first year on the PGA Tour, I wasn't exactly what you'd call a household name in golf, unless you happened to spend a lot of time in my mother's household.
Finally, after three and a half years of scraping by on the minitours and the South Africa Tour following my decision to drop out of college and turn pro in 1987, and after four trips to the PGA Tour's brutal Qualifying School, I'd earned my Tour card for the 1991 season. By the beginning of August, I still hadn't won anything, but I'd made about $160,000 up to that time, so I was feeling okay. I wasn't tearing it up or anything, but I'd made a bunch of cuts, and I'd finished fourth at the Honda back in March and third in the Chattanooga Classic in July.
All year, word had been spreading a little about this redneck kid from Arkansas who could really let it fly but sometimes had to do some looking for it after it landed. So at tournaments I'd draw some fans around the tee to watch me hit driver. I never saw too many people along the fairways watching me hit my second shot, but that was okay. I knew I had some otherclubs in my bag. Anyway, I'd wind up that year leading the PGA Tour in driving distance with just under 289 yards (288.9, if you're a stats freak). That would be good for about number 98 in 2005, and probably out of the top 100 in 2006. But back then, it was like 6 yards ahead of Greg Norman, who was number 2, and people were taking some notice.
Playin' the Tour and lovin' life -- man, I was 25 years old, and I had the world by the tail!
As August rolled around, though, I hadn't made enough money to qualify for the PGA Championship at Crooked Stick Golf Club in Carmel, Indiana, which is just outside of Indianapolis. I was close enough to know that if I'd made a few more putts along the way, I'd be getting ready for my first practice round. But I was far enough back at ninth alternate to figure I had no chance in hell of getting in.
The week before, I'd played the Buick Open in Grand Blanc, Michigan, just outside of Flint, and I'd stunk up the place, missing the cut by a bunch. So I went back to Memphis, where I'd just closed on my first home and spent $32,000 I couldn't afford on a new BMW for Bettye, my fiancee.
I did pretty much what I always did when I was home. Practiced at Chickasaw Country Club. Hung out with whatever buddies were around. Probably ate lunch at McDonald's. Maybe played some in the afternoon. Went home. Had a few drinks, no doubt. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I never once thought I had a prayer of playing in the PGA Championship. A couple of foursomes of guys would have to withdraw for me to get in. There was no way that was going to happen, not in a major.
But then a few guys dropped out for one reason or another, and every time one did, I'd get a call from Ken Anderson of the PGA of America to tell me that I'd moved up a notch. Nothing to get excited about. Then about five o'clock Wednesday afternoon, he called to say I was now third alternate. Still not likely I'd get in, he said, what with the tournament beginning in less than 24 hours.
Now, most Tour pros wouldn't walk across the street to watch somebody else play golf, but I decided to drive on up to Indianapolis to watch the PGA, to hang out, and -- okay, I'll admit it -- to have a few drinks with my buddy Fuzzy Zoeller.
Fuzzy had won the Masters in 1979 and the U.S. Open in 1984. He was a serious player. A major player. And he was just maybe the most popular guy on the PGA Tour. And I was -- as I said -- not exactly a household name. Or put it another way: I was a nobody. But Fuzzy and I had met in 1989 at the Federal Express-St. Jude Classic in Memphis, where I lived. Being a local boy, I'd gotten a sponsor's exemption. Fuzzy spotted me and asked me to play a practice round with him. We've been close friends ever since.
But my best friend in those days was Jack Daniels. Had been since I was 19. Most of the time, I was drinking Jack like you wouldn't believe. A fifth a day, sometimes more. If I was in a bar, it would be Jack and Diet Coke. If I was home or in a hotel, I'd just drink it straight out of the bottle. Most people would be drunk for a month on what I'd had before dinner. I'd paid a couple of visits to emergency rooms in college to have my stomach pumped. But maybe the scariest time was in Falmouth, Maine, in 1990, the night before a Hogan Tour tournament began. I was partying with some guys, and I was having what had, over the summer, become my usual: triple Jack Daniels on the rocks, no water, three at a time. After a while the waitress said the bartender wouldn't serve me but one drink at a time. Fine. I'd order a drink, she'd bring it to me, and I'd drain the glass while she was standing there -- and ask for another. After a little of that, I had to be taken to a hospital because I'd passed out with my eyes open and the guys I was drinking with thought I'd had a stroke or something. The next day I shot two under.
But none of that stopped me. I was still young enough and dumb enough to believe I was bulletproof.
Back then, JD and JD were quite a pair -- practically inseparable.
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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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John Daly's life can only be described as eventful. In candid detail John Daly tells his version of his life and adventures in life and on the PGA Tour. If you care about golf, or just about a good read of another human's struggles and triumphs this book will bring a lot of pleasure.
Easy and quick read. Very honest, entertaining and amazing account of his life and the background of why he is who he is.
My husband tried to get me to play golf, but I could never get good enough that I didn't embarrass myself. However, I like going to tournaments, and kind of keeping up with who the players are. Everybody's heard of John Daly and his problems, and frankly, I thought he was a 'slob'. His book made me see him in a different light, and reading about how he played in tournaments, as well as his mention of well known pro golfers, was extremely interesting. It's a good one for anybody who has just a little knowledge of golf or someone who's a die hard player and fan.
I knew little about John Daly when I picked up this book except for the fact that he is an alcoholic who could care less about life. Oh, no!! He is much, much more!! This sensitive, fun-loving, concerned, and caring man deserves a second long and hard look by the public before any of us judge him. I am impressed and when I am watching golf this weekend, I shall be looking for John if he's in the pack--and also on his 'Golf Channel' Reality Series!! Godspeed, John!! And GOOD LUCK!!
I've followed the trials and tribulations of 'long John' on and off the course for years. It's been hard not to appreciate his everyman approach to golf and life. And you're always wondering when you turn on the TV if you'll see Daly in the top 10 or in tears. But come on, this is one of the worst written books ever. His emphatic, obscenity-laced pronouncement that he never has and never will strike a female - in spite of numerous accounts of thrashing home and hotel rooms - is borderline ridiculous. He never provides any insightful or plausible explanation for his extreme behavior. His writing style is that of a child, which could add to his charm for some. For me, it was simply too difficult to read. I dropped it after 30 pages.
John Daly is one of the world's best golfers and probably the most popular. The reason being he is so much like many others who suffer with these and other types of addictions. Most of John's problems have been well written about in the press. The book reveals them all in addition to others.I feel this book is as honest as any book that has ever been written. Hopefully in the future John will get control of the biggest addiction he now has to contend with, gambling. This is a super book about a blue collar golfer who tries his best to solve his demons.
Monsters and Critics In his recent release, 'My Life in and Out of the Rough' John Daly readily admits that it isn't his ambition to be thoroughly dedicated 24/7 to the game of golf like Tiger Woods. Human nature and a cast of characters from troubled poor homes in professional sports spur many ripe tales of debauchery, indulgence and poor choices. It is Daly's lack of arrogance, sophistication or false airs that endear him to his fans. He's a nice guy, with a big heart who can't say 'no'. Told in facile conversational style, Daly brings us into his transient past, ultimately spending most of his formative years in Arkansas. Dad drank heavily, and at one point in John's life he drew a loaded gun to his head. This is not your average golf biography. Cut to years later, drunken beatings aside, many fortunes made, many pissed away ¿ literally and figuratively (bourbon maker Jack Daniels gets big props). If Daly could conjure a slice of heaven on earth, it would feature 'Hooters' waitresses serving iced down Diet Cokes, foamy beer chasers, 'McDonalds' would cater the food, Marlboro Lights would be passed out like tic tacs and slot machines and black jack tables would line the perimeter the poker chips and dough would never run low. He doesn't have a problem with this, says J.D. His book is designed to be a preemptive tell-all, cashing in on all the cumulative stories that, according to Daly, are no B.S. Given his immense popularity, the Daly coffers will overflow once again ¿ and don't doubt that Vegas bosses are very happy to hear this news. Maybe an 11th hour epiphany will happen for big John Daly. His carelessness for the living he is blessed to make - impending retirement and infirmity - that is, if he makes it - and the four children who will need educations, the fans who follow his career, is not trivial. And maybe, Daly's disdain for admitting he does have drinking and gambling problems will inspire others who have those same struggles to get help. Perhaps Daly can beat his demons. That said, his candor is charming and engaging. Excerpt from 'My Life in and Out of the Rough': 'The fans in Scotland are the most knowledgeable in golf. You hear that from guys who've played there a lot more than I have, and I'm sure it's true. They don't clap for bad shots or even mediocre ones, they clap for good shots. They understand angles of approach and trajectory and club choice and whether you made a good shot or just got lucky. They know you haven't really been tested until you've played in their wind and rain. It almost makes me wish I'd been drinking then, because I'd love to have gone to a pub and spent an evening talking golf.' Just an unpretentious guy with a hell of a game, that defies the odds (on the links anyways). I find John Daly amusing and candid, and also a rationalizing addict who never emotionally matured after he took his first big swig of alcohol as a kid. Just another unhappy guy bent on self destruction, his saving grace a God given talent to play the game. But he is likeable, and honest to a point. His story is told from the heart, and you want to root for him. You just wish he could look in the mirror and be honest with the one person who it matters most to, himself.
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