John Daly: No Photos, Please

John Daly is wrapping up a three tournament tour in Australia, where he was paid appearance fees to participate because, a) he’s no longer good at golf, so he couldn’t qualify on his own, b) they serve beer in massive oil cans Down Under, so you never know what kind of hilarious hijinks may ensue, c) alright, fine, we know exactly the sort of hijinks: CAMERA SMASH!↵↵⇥After pushing his tee shot wide on the ninth hole -- his last -- Daly walked into a clump of trees, where spectator Brad Clegg tried to take a picture at close range. ↵⇥↵⇥Daly snatched the camera and smashed it against the nearest tree, telling the man, “You want it back, I’ll buy you a new one.” ↵⇥

↵⇥↵⇥He later released a statement via tournament organizers saying Clegg got too close. ↵⇥

↵⇥↵⇥“I was looking to take a drop and a camera was 6 inches away from my face. If I was 10 under, I would have felt the same,” Daly said in the brief statement. “My eyes are still burning from the flash of the camera.” ↵⇥

↵↵Unless the man was using this camera, I’m fairly certain that Daly’s eyes were still burning from the three packs of smokes and 18 Foster’s keg cans he downed two hours prior to teeing off. Hopefully they’ll clear up in time for him to tee off tomorrow and miss his third straight cut. ↵↵This post brought to you by alcoholic humor: kicking people while they’re down since 1896. ↵↵

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