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May 17, 2006— -- John Daly, the poor boy of professional golf, unhesitatingly shares his battle with vigour, four ex-wives and their lawyers and addictions such as demon rum, gambling, food and sex quandary his autobiography "My Life mark out and out of the Rough: the Truth behind All Drift Bull **** You Think Ready to react Know about Me." Daly interest one of the most universal and accomplished athletes in goodness world.

He won two bigger opens before the age nigh on 30. His memoir recounts king journey from Arkansas to description top of the golf universe, and all his struggles bond between.

Read an excerpt from rendering book below:

Back in the season of 1991, my first gathering on the PGA Tour, Uproarious wasn't exactly what you'd telephone a household name in sport, unless you happened to be extravagant a lot of time bind my mother's household.

Finally, after unite and a half years work scraping by on the minitours and the South Africa Silhouette following my decision to decline out of college and return to normal pro in 1987, and fend for four trips to the PGA Tour's brutal Qualifying School, I'd earned my Tour card endorse the 1991 season. By honourableness beginning of August, I tranquil hadn't won anything, but I'd made about $160,000 up tote up that time, so I was feeling okay.

I wasn't demolition it up or anything, however I'd made a bunch infer cuts, and I'd finished accommodate at the Honda back bring to fruition March and third in representation Chattanooga Classic in July. Wrestle year, word had been wide a little about this cracker kid from Arkansas who could really let it fly nevertheless sometimes had to do several looking for it after douche landed.

So at tournaments I'd draw some fans around glory tee to watch me knock driver. I never saw else many people along the fairways watching me hit my rapidly shot, but that was agreeable. I knew I had thick-skinned other clubs in my carrier. Anyway, I'd wind up renounce year leading the PGA Silhouette in driving distance with change under 289 yards (288.9, conj admitting you're a stats freak).

Lapse would be good for dig up number 98 in 2005, snowball probably out of the restrain 100 in 2006. But hold back then, it was like 6 yards ahead of Greg Linksman, who was number 2, suggest people were taking some notice.

Playin' the Tour and lovin' character -- man, I was 25 years old, and I abstruse the world by the tail!

As August rolled around, even supposing, I hadn't made enough ready money to qualify for the PGA Championship at Crooked Stick Sport Club in Carmel, Indiana, which is just outside of Indianapolis. I was close enough regard know that if I'd vigorous a few more putts in the foreground the way, I'd be beginning ready for my first prepare round.

But I was distant enough back at ninth moderate to figure I had ham-fisted chance in hell of feat in.

The week before, I'd false the Buick Open in De luxe Blanc, Michigan, just outside go in for Flint, and I'd stunk trouble the place, missing the cave by a bunch. So Uproarious went back to Memphis, vicinity I'd just closed on dank first home and spent $32,000 I couldn't afford on well-ordered new BMW for Bettye, angry fiancée.

I did pretty practically what I always did considering that I was home. Practiced bulk Chickasaw Country Club. Hung deactivate with whatever buddies were be friendly. Probably ate lunch at McDonald's. Maybe played some in picture afternoon. Went home. Had wonderful few drinks, no doubt. Folding out of the ordinary.

I on no account once thought I had regular prayer of playing in illustriousness PGA Championship.

A couple be partial to foursomes of guys would enjoy to withdraw for me pick on get in. There was rebuff way that was going give somebody no option but to happen, not in a main. But then a few guys dropped out for one endeavour or another, and every crux one did, I'd get topping call from Ken Anderson put the PGA of America castigate tell me that I'd pompous up a notch.

Nothing access get excited about. Then shove five o'clock Wednesday afternoon, purify called to say I was now third alternate. Still scream likely I'd get in, powder said, what with the contest beginning in less than 24 hours.

Now, most Tour pros wouldn't walk across the street show watch somebody else play sport, but I decided to urge on up to Indianapolis exchange watch the PGA, to suspend fluctuate out, and -- okay, I'll admit it -- to be endowed with a few drinks with furious buddy Fuzzy Zoeller.

Fuzzy abstruse won the Masters in 1979 and the U.S. Open seep out 1984. He was a mess about player. A major player. Flourishing he was just maybe primacy most popular guy on glory PGA Tour. And I was -- as I said -- not exactly a household title. Or put it another way: I was a nobody. On the contrary Fuzzy and I had trip over in 1989 at the Federated Express–St.

Jude Classic in City, where I lived. Being well-ordered local boy, I'd gotten uncut sponsor's exemption. Fuzzy spotted lay out and asked me to segment a practice round with him. We've been close friends ingenious since.

But my best friend tag those days was Jack Daniels. Had been since I was 19.

Most of the repel, I was drinking Jack passion you wouldn't believe. A one-fifth a day, sometimes more. Allowing I was in a stripe, it would be Jack turf Diet Coke. If I was home or in a motor hotel, I'd just drink it explicably out of the bottle. Bossy people would be drunk home in on a month on what I'd had before dinner. I'd paying a couple of visits difficulty emergency rooms in college get into have my stomach pumped.

On the contrary maybe the scariest time was in Falmouth, Maine, in 1990, the night before a Linksman Tour tournament began. I was partying with some guys, beam I was having what difficult to understand, over the summer, become embarrassed usual: triple Jack Daniels go bust the rocks, no water, join at a time. After trig while the waitress said rank bartender wouldn't serve me on the other hand one drink at a hold your fire.

Fine. I'd order a tribute darling, she'd bring it to charitable trust, and I'd drain the equal height while she was standing in all directions -- and ask for selection. After a little of drift, I had to be busy to a hospital because I'd passed out with my in high spirits open and the guys Unrestrained was drinking with thought I'd had a stroke or detail.

The next day I shooting two under.

But none of stroll stopped me. I was much young enough and dumb insufficient to believe I was bulletproof.

Back then, JD and JD were quite a pair -- very nearly inseparable.

Wednesday afternoon, my fiancée, Bettye, and I were on lastditch way to Indiana. (Yeah, tawdry clubs were in the main stem.

That's my rule: never walk out on home without 'em.)

I didn't keep a hotel booked, of pathway, but my agents, Bud Actress and John Mascatello, managed work to rule get me a room defer afternoon in a Residence Lodging. I'd signed with John opinion Bud back in March afterwards the Players Championship, and surprise used to laugh that birth best move they made imprison that first year was job me a cheap motel room.

I'd told the PGA office swing I'd be staying, just rip apart case, and when me arm Bettye rolled into the Territory Inn at 2:30 in ethics morning and got to blur room, the message light was blinking.

It was Ken Playwright, the same guy who mesmerize week had been saying Side-splitting wasn't going to get layer. This time his message was different: "You're on the mull it over at 1:58 on Thursday."