The Latest John Daly Rumor-Mongering
Thanks to the generosity of my daughter, I was able to attend several days of the Turning Stone Resort's PGA tournament (which explains why I haven't been blogging much this week) at the Oneidas' gorgeous Atunyote (uh-dune-yote: "eagle") championship golf course.
It was a bit disheartening to see that security for the event was simply window-dressing - not to single the Oneidas out - outside of airports, most security in America is just feelgood nonsense, and even some of what goes on inside airports, security-wise, is window-dressing.
Had I intended, I could have easily smuggled in most of the prohibited items listed, including firearms and explosives (the PGA seems most concerned about cell phones and blackberries).
Unfortunately, none of the "event security" people seemed to have had any training in using their outmoded handwands past the on-off button function. I've seen equally egregious security lapses at the Old State House in Boston and the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. 9/11 hasn't taught us as much as we think.
But, on to the buzz about John Daly, one of the tournament's big name draws, and a man who is said to be a big fan of the hearty party. Daly withdrew from competition on the first day, Thursday, after seven holes (and three bogies). He was white as a sheet, gulping sports drinks, and looked ready to yark up his breakfast. Local radio announcers described his symptoms as "flu-like."
On the other hand, lots of folks at the tournament site today were saying that Daly had visited the Turning Stone casino on Wednesday night and walked out a quarter of a million dollars richer. Kind of like a top ten finish without having to actually walk the course four times. Only the IRS knows for sure if this could explain Big John's "flu-like" symptoms.
It was a bit disheartening to see that security for the event was simply window-dressing - not to single the Oneidas out - outside of airports, most security in America is just feelgood nonsense, and even some of what goes on inside airports, security-wise, is window-dressing.
Had I intended, I could have easily smuggled in most of the prohibited items listed, including firearms and explosives (the PGA seems most concerned about cell phones and blackberries).
Unfortunately, none of the "event security" people seemed to have had any training in using their outmoded handwands past the on-off button function. I've seen equally egregious security lapses at the Old State House in Boston and the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. 9/11 hasn't taught us as much as we think.
But, on to the buzz about John Daly, one of the tournament's big name draws, and a man who is said to be a big fan of the hearty party. Daly withdrew from competition on the first day, Thursday, after seven holes (and three bogies). He was white as a sheet, gulping sports drinks, and looked ready to yark up his breakfast. Local radio announcers described his symptoms as "flu-like."
On the other hand, lots of folks at the tournament site today were saying that Daly had visited the Turning Stone casino on Wednesday night and walked out a quarter of a million dollars richer. Kind of like a top ten finish without having to actually walk the course four times. Only the IRS knows for sure if this could explain Big John's "flu-like" symptoms.
posted by Bluto at 8:16 PM
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