John Daly’s scroll-past quotient is such that I try to avoid items about him at all costs. But I couldn’t ignore the comments he made to ESQUIRE magazine recently about the company that once saved his career, Callaway.
(Forget meds, Daly knows what’s best for him)
With Daly completely off the rails personally and professionally, Ely Callaway signed Daly to a multi-million dollar endorsement deal in 1997 that literally prevented the golfer from declaring bankruptcy. The company also had the good sense to explore every treatment option to stem Daly’s self-destructive behavior. One option was anti-depressants.
Here’s an excerpt from Daly’s recent interview with Tom Chiarella for Esquire:
JD: I hate the rain, sure. I’ve been sitting around here since Sunday. I’m just ready to play, and I am stuck in here. Maybe I’m miserable ’cause of the weather. You may be seeing some of that.
TC: You just seem shut down.
JD: Nah. I’m as happy as I can be. I’ve talked to a doctor who’s helped me tremendously.
TC: Medications or what?
JD: Mostly just with the right things to say when you’re down or upset, even when you’re happy. More of an even keel than going to some doctor to get me that fucking Paxil. That just blew me up. It bloated me even when I didn’t eat. Headaches. Major, major headaches. That was all back in the Callaway days. They made me take it, else I lost my contract. The problem was, they kept putting me on one antidepressant, then moving me to another.
TC: Who? Callaway?
JD: Yeah, their company doctors. And remember I had the shakes in Vancouver? That was all from going back and forth on those things. I told Mr. Callaway, I love you to death. I love what you’ve done for me, but you’re killing me.
We can all understand Daly feeling the ill effects of medication, but if you were Callaway and had invested tens of millions in Daly, would that have been such an unreasonable measure to take?
Armed with the mind of a child, Daly didn’t realize that with those comments he was insulting the biggest benefactor in his life, Ely Callaway. Though it’s sad to see him lodging expletive-laced complaints in the direction of the man, now deceased, who might’ve saved his life.
It was Callaway who agreed to pay Daly’s countless millions in gambling debts. It was Callaway who threw Daly a lifeline when he was at his lowest. Yet Daly in the Esquire piece went out of his way to blame Callaway for his aversion to a medication that the company justifiably prescribed.
Daly claimed to Esquire that he’s no longer on any medication. Wonder how long that’ll last once the good times finally run dry.