Meet Golf's Answer to Michael Vick

Okay. OKAY! So, as far as we know, golf's bad boy, John Daly never ran a sadistic dog fighting enterprise out of mansion he bought for his low-life, snitchin' homies to use as a crash pad.
Still, according to the standards of decorum the PGA clings to for dear life, he might as well have. Daly's latest overnight incarceration - for passing out drunk outside a Hooter's in Winston-Salem, N.C. - was enough for The Commish (Tim Finchem) and his upper-crust associates to finally wedge Daly away from the game.
The two-time Major tournament victor, and all-around loser in every other phase of life _ was suspended, conveniently(?), until a few weeks after this year's Masters.
HERE'S THE COMEDY: The Associated Press reported Thursday from Augusta that the leading attraction just outside the Masters gates was Daly's very own trailer stocked with his "signature" merchandise. ("Cash only", AP said.)
Just imagine if the NFL's Commish, Roger Goodell, imposed a ban on a still-popular player like Michael Vick (or even numbskulls like Pacman and Plaxico), but the dumb jocks had the gall to show up outside stadiums on Sunday's hawking jerseys in any color combos they liked any way.
"Ocho Cincos! Got ya Ocho Cinco Here!"
That's essentially what Daly, who's squandered millions in earnings and endorsements, is doing to stave off bankruptcy.
Given the fact that Daly hasn't posed a threat to anyone on The Tour for a long, long time, are you surprised that he's still got a loyal fan base aching for his return to the game? Will it surprise you if Vick finishes paying his debt to society, then gets a warm welcome back from fans as well?

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