For all his ambivalence toward drinking, Daly has no doubt that he suffers from persistent depression. "I just know I'm not happy," he says. "I think my worst enemy is me."
He knows how depression feels but remains puzzled by its cause. "I'm still working on it," he says. "I have a tough time dealing with...I don't know. It's more than golf. You know how fans come up and talk. I feel like I don't talk to them long enough now. I say, 'Whatever' or 'I don't know.' I used to keep the conversation going, saying stuff like, 'Yeah, that's great!' I'm not sure what happened to me."
In other times of adversity Daly has proved to be a survivor who thrives on urgency. Before he won at St. Andrews, Daly's best finish for the year had been 12th. He's hoping that he can rebound yet again.
"In all aspects of my life, I'm going forward," he says. "The golf game will hook in. Now I have the chance to prove to myself and to others that, hey, a bad year was all it was, and come back strong next year. I know this about me: When I get in the hunt, I'm going to win or somebody is going to have to kick my butt. I just got to get there. The good news is, it can't get any worse."
Yes it can, John. Yes it can.