It's been almost eight weeks since Butch Harmon dumped John Daly. The relationship lasted just four months, which was hardly enough time to salvage Daly's in-the-crapper golf game. Harmon cited Daly's fondness for getting drunk as the primary reason for the split, and last week, the teacher and pupil spoke for the first time since their very public parting of ways.
Daly, dispensing with the formalities, got right down to it:
"John called me last Thursday," Harmon said. "His opening line to me was 'I've lost all my contracts because of what you said. Can you please go on the Golf Channel and make a retraction?'Harmon's response?
"I told him that he had no one to blame but himself, that 'Until you start realizing that you're the cause of all this and get some help, you're going to continue to have problems.' I told him I would be glad to help. But I wasn't going to retract anything that I said."And by "glad to help," Butch really means, "yeah, I won't be helping you at all -- but, man, you've got a great rack!"
Maybe I'm misremembering, but hasn't Daly been without sponsors long before Harmon trashed him? Whatever, this is all very sad.
Watching Daly's life careen to it's inevitably tragic conclusion doesn't make it any less depressing. Ideally, he'd focus on golf long enough to earn his card or win a freaking tournament, but apparently, he's not wired that way. That's cool too -- having a tour full of Tiger Woodses would be extremely boring -- but I'm not ready to read the obituary of a 40-something gluttonous two-time major winner either. I'd settle for something in between.




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