Hey there, y’all! Let’s talk about this fella, John Daly, and his clothes, ya know? John Daly clothes, that’s what they call it on the internet, I think. I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it, and I reckon you ain’t neither.
This John Daly, he’s a golfer, you see. Plays that golf game with the little ball and the sticks. But shoot, the way he dresses, you’d think he was goin’ to a circus or somethin’. Not that I’ve been to one of them circuses, mind you. Too much goin’ on for an old lady like me.
They say he’s got some wild outfits, real crazy stuff. I saw some pictures once, on that face-book thing my grandkid showed me. Bright colors, all sorts of patterns… Flowers, stripes, checks… Looked like somebody emptied a whole fabric store on him! And the pants! Lord have mercy, the pants! They got more colors than a rainbow, and tighter than a tick on a dog.
- One time, he wore pants with pictures of lions on ’em. Lions! Can you believe it? Who in their right mind wears lions on their pants?
- Another time, I saw him in these bright yellow pants with skulls all over ’em. Skulls! Like somethin’ a biker gang would wear. But this fella, he’s wearin’ ’em to play golf!
- And the shirts! Don’t even get me started on the shirts. Paisley, polka dots, you name it, he’s worn it. Sometimes, I swear, he looks like a walking, talking quilt.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s bad, mind you. Just different. Real different. Most golfers I’ve seen on that TV box, they wear plain ol’ shirts and pants. Khaki, maybe some blue or black. But not John Daly. He’s gotta be different. He’s gotta stand out.
I heard tell he’s got a deal with some company, Loudmouth, they call it. Makes sense, I guess. You gotta be pretty loud to wear clothes like that. And he sure is loud, both with his clothes and his playin’. Hits that ball a country mile, they say. Though lately, I hear he ain’t playin’ so good. Shot a 90 the other day, poor fella. Nineteen over par! That’s more strokes than I got teeth left!
But even when he’s playin’ bad, he still looks… interesting. You can’t take your eyes off him, that’s for sure. He’s like a train wreck, you know? You don’t wanna look, but you just can’t help yourself.
And the young folks, they seem to like it. They cheer for him, they take pictures of him, they post about him on that internet thing. John Daly golf clothes, they call it, like it’s a brand or something. He’s got a son too, little John they call him. Saw a picture of them together on a bridge, all smiles. Guess the apple don’t fall far from the tree, huh? Though little John ain’t dressed near as wild as his daddy, not yet anyway.
I reckon John Daly just likes to have fun. He don’t care what people think, he just wears what he wants. And you know what? There’s somethin’ to be said for that. In this world, too many folks are worried about fittin’ in, about bein’ like everybody else. But John Daly, he’s his own man. He does things his own way. And that includes wearin’ some of the craziest clothes I ever did see.
They say he ain’t got a whole lot of money, only a couple million or so. But he’s got his clubs and those loud clothes, and I guess that’s enough for him. He uses special clubs, too, I hear. Got lead tape on ’em to make ’em heavier. And those Sub 70 irons and TAIII wedges… sounds fancy. But no matter how fancy his clubs are, it’s those clothes that everyone talks about.
So yeah, John Daly’s outfits… they’re somethin’ else. You might love ’em, you might hate ’em, but you can’t ignore ’em. And I reckon that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to be noticed. He wants to be different. And in this world, that ain’t always a bad thing.
Anyways, that’s all I gotta say about John Daly and his clothes. It’s a whole lot of fuss for some shirts and pants, if you ask me. But then again, nobody ever asks me nothin’ these days. Just give me a good cup of coffee and a comfortable chair, and I’m happy. John Daly can wear whatever he wants, far as I’m concerned. It don’t bother me none.
