John Daly has been dying for 15 years . Odd that even with the recent death of another hyper-talented and pathologically self-destructive icon, Michael (weird waters run deep) Jackson, that we don’t feel a greater sense of dread.
Were John Daly to be found dead in 2 star hotel next week, who would utter a single vowel of disbelief? Many of us who have followed his soap opera since his epic arrival in the early 90′s queasily treat each new reported episode with as much wonder as dismay. How much longer can he hold on?, how much more can his mind and body take?, how much longer will we care?
Having watched other personal downward spirals from near and far, I know there will come a time when nearly all of us will extinguish that light that shines just for John Daly. We will cease to be even morbidly curious and turn our away lest we witness the very worst.
And what will we tell our youngsters of John as they reach for fame and fortune? My hope is that we will tell them that every day they make a choice about who they are and who they want to be…
And John… I don’t expect that he will understand our apparent betrayal, mostly because there will be someone there to tell him that it is not his fault.
