======= ======= ====== ====== ====== ===== ==== ====== ====== ===== ==== ======= ======= ====== ====== ====== ===== ==== ====== ====== ===== ====
John Daly was rushed to the hospital on Saturday after falling to the ground on a country club golf course. Doctors say he suffered a collapsed lung. A witness says it’s a “miracle” the 49-year-old golf legend is still alive.
But, despite one of his vital organs dislodging and sinking to the bottom of his chest cavity like a deflated balloon, Daly was back on the links less than 24 hours later, sinking putts, chatting up fellow country clubbers, and burning heater after heater.
From For The Win:
“I was having a great time and then suddenly – boom – I’m falling down while on the 18th tee and the next thing I know I’m in an ambulance,” Daly said. “It was scary.”
But Daly was back at Deerfield on Sunday, smoking cigarettes on the clubhouse patio while mingling with some of the other players before his round. The tournament is a small, local gathering that includes some of Daly’s friends.
A witness described the severity of Daly’s condition:
“I had my arm around him when he went down. He had no pulse and wasn’t breathing for close to three minutes,” said Dottley, who added that there was a nurse in the gallery who administered CPR. “It was kind of a miracle.”
According to the New York Daily News, Daly says his emergency was caused by a lingering rib injury from 2007 coupled with an injured hand, which forced him to change up his swing and indirectly led to the collapsed lung.
“I had to change my swing some to get a good grip and the doctor said the changed motion is likely what led to the collapsed lung,” Daly said.
Ah yes, I’m sure those were the primary causes of the collapsed lung, Johnny. Sure your doctor didn’t mention any others?
— nick pants (@nick_pants) July 15, 2015
John Daly is the man. He doesn’t let almost dying keep him from doing the two things he loves most: playing golf and chiefing boges. He probably fucked a hooker later, too. One day his lung is looking like a flattened brown paper lunch bag, the next he’s banging Mandi doggystle, ash from his Marlboro Red falling in her butt dimple. That’s what you call resilience, folks. I smell an Arthur Ashe Courage Award.
I also love how he straight up denies his blatant and rampant cigarette addiction as being a problem. “Oh yeah, that collapsed lung thing? Probably just my damn hand acting up.”
Don’t ever change, John Daly..
Image via YouTube