John Daly’s buggy dedicates us a joyride in front of po-faced golf authorities | Marina Hyde

Its hard to escape the sense that the golfing authorities feel someone like John Daly attains the place untidy

News that the R& A is considering John Daly’s is asking for permission to use a buggy for July’s Open at Royal Portrush has been met by a growing chorus of people saying that it shouldn’t be. The argument seems to be that golf has worked hard not to be seen as something that fat middle-aged guys can win- I paraphrase somewhat- and that Daly use a buggy would make a mockery of all that valuable progress, even though no one else would probably ever seek to do it. And even though that was one of the fun things about golf- which is, let’s face it, still not the 100 metres final.

If you missed the background to all this, Daly ran round last week’s US PGA Championship in a buggy, in which he had stashed the usual pack of faggots and a McDonald’s beaker. Owing to the osteoarthritis in a knee, he successfully applied under disability legislation. Alas, the decision was frowned upon by various bears, including Tiger Woods, who sniffed:” I walked with a transgressed leg …” Which, for me, served as one of those bi-weekly reminders of how it’s possible to love Woods and utterly hate pretty much everything about him. I guess each man has his appetites to master, so it did construct me wonder if Woods ever had sex with any of his cocktail waitress with a transgressed leg. If so: well done, champ. You’re a real hero.

Since then, further commentators have suggested Daly” did the athletic a disservice” by insisting on a buggy, with claims that allowing him to do it again would” demean golf “.

Really? All this sets me in intellect of The Day Today sketch where the serial killer Chapman Baxter is to be executed in the manner of his own choosing. This turns out to be sitting on an electric toilet, full of drugs and cheeseburgers, thereby imitating the death of his hero, Elvis Presley. The chairman of the local Elvis fan club is told by a TV news reporter that some people might say this is debasing the memory of the monarch.” No, ma’am ,” comes the answer.” King did that himself by dying on the john in a big nappy .”

And so- in a way- with golf. The idea that Daly could devalue it by using a buggy is fairly adorable. Golf does that itself. The powers that be in the game debase it more than any player ever possibly could. The absolute worst thing about golf is the people in charge of it, from club level to tour level to the R& A, and the notion that it would be desirable to hear any more from them about their interminable regulations, ever, is absurd.

The most deadly perception problem that golf has- still- is not that out-of-shape people can win at it, but that it’s regulations obsessed, elitist and would do anything it could not to share itself with people who look like you. Hey, I’m not saying you look like Daly- but I bet you look like you might like a pint with him. And that, as far as the disapprove bears in charge of a game they don’t actually own are concerned, is the thin end of the wedge.

Still, what a wedge! I imagine it begins with” just one pint”, then aims 72 hours later in Rio, with no idea how you got there, playing tee shootings off the arms of Christ the Redeemer.

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As indicated earlier, I would go further and say that one of the idiosyncratically appealing things about golf is that- how to euphemise this?-” non-conventional athletes” could be really good at it. It’s not quite a golfing USP, because you get it in darts and snooker too, but they are all able to make room for off-brand folk heroes. Bring these athletics your overweight, your relatable, your openly tormented. Though this tendency is decidedly on the way out in top-flight golf it was appealingly humanising and perhaps the reason that more good movies have been made about golf than most other elite sports.

If Big Golf doesn’t want people to think that any more, it needs better stories to tell them. Woods’s comeback was a good one for sure. But these days it’s hard to escape the sense that the authorities just feel someone like Daly induces the place untidy. To those of us less preoccupied with hold up appearances, Daly smoking round a course in his McBuggy functions as an amusing memento mori to a demographic that otherwise feels that if they just shrink the state a little further, afterlife may be within their grasp. Guys: I have news for you. It’s not! We’re all going to die- and we might as well have fun along the way.

That certainly always seems to have been Daly’s philosophy. This year, as always, he was selling merchandise out of his bus outside of Augusta National. Or, more specifically, outside the nearest Hooters to Augusta National.( Which, as hopalong Masters champ Tiger Woods probably remembers, is one mile away from that most hideously exclusive of golf clubs .)

Daly’s stall is mobbed from the minute he opens to closing day, with one of his friends telling the Los Angeles Times:” You only wouldn’t see very many pros doing that. He’s probably the only one that would ever do that, frankly. Get out and fulfill the public .” Another friend set it even more simply:” It says, he’s us .”

Well quite. It’s only a game. Ignore the athletic snobs and give him his buggy. God knows we’ll all need one in the end.

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