As we watch the U.S. Open playoff today, we are again overwhelmed by inherent fratitude of the great game of golf. We’ve looked at several golfers before in the contexts of Fratty Celebrities, etc., and we’re always surprised to uncover new facts that underlie the true frattiness of many golfing legends (i.e. Jack Nicklaus once made a caddy’s head explode by taking a pull on a bottle of Maker’s Mark he hid in his bag before chipping in a birdie from a bunker). Today, though, we saw a picture that we can’t really explain. It shouldn’t be fratty…yet the needles on our Fratometers started twitching like the thighs of a freshman plan B after a Bid Day Party when we pulled it up. I don’t know how else to introduce it other than, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. John Daly:
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