Now, For the Obligatory John Daly Merchandise Story

Leaving the Masters last night around 6:30, not only was I hungry, but I was also stuck in traffic on Washington Road.  It's a mad house when people are leaving the tournament.  But as I was heading off in no particular direction on that road - since I was driving back to Atlanta that night anyhow - I passed by the infamous John Daly RV. 

I could see him outside with his girlfriend Anna (yeah, traffic was that slow) as they were selling a ton of Daly's wears to his throng of, oh, 20 fans.  But because of the traffic cops and the weird way that no one can seem to turn right (or around) on Washington Road after the tournament ends that day, I had to go a long way past Daly just to get back toward his general direction.

I finally did get back there.  I pulled into the parking lot of the gas station next to Daly's RV, and walk around to the front hoping that Daly will still be there and he can give me some snazzy one-liner that will surely land Waggle Room on Deadspin.

When I get to face the front, though, Daly's girlfriend Anna (who just looked fantastic) was taking all of the leftover merchandise from the day and putting it in the RV.  I was deeply disappointed, but introduced myself and asked if John was around to say hello.

Anna said, "John's inside resting.  We've been out here since 5am, selling, and we're really tired."  She was totally nice about it, but told me to come back tomorrow.  Too bad I didn't have tomorrow.  So, I sulked back around the back of the RV and saw the trash from the day.  The contents?  A lot of Miller Lite cans and cigarettes.  Sounds like it was quite a park.