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So he escaped to the land of the ever flowing tap, where the rage would come flooding out in cars and hotel rooms and bars. "Other guys were there socially," Daly says. "I was there professionally." Only now there was as much money as there was booze; one night, after Daly drank from 5 p.m. till 4 a.m., the bar tab came to $1,200. And now people knew exactly who that was nearly passed out in the corner. Rumors flew. Pressures grew. Life got way past parallel.
Daly's parents asked him to quit drinking. "He'd have a bad round and get so depressed," remembers his mom. "We just felt he needed professional help."
His friends asked him to quit. "It wasn't relaxing to be around him," says Allison. "You never knew what crazy thing he was going to do to himself next."
Bettye tried to pull him away from temptation. He'd met her in April 1990, when she was a hotel executive in Macon, Ga. She had him play golf all day, tennis all night. Wear him out. But it didn't help. He resented her efforts. They were on again, they were off again. She had told him she was 29 and divorced. She was actually 37 and still married (she didn't get divorced until September 1991). She bore him a daughter. They parted. She sued for palimony and support of the child with no less than Marvin Mitchelson on her side. Daly went back to her. She dropped the suit and married him. Even love, Daly did the hard way.
"Everything we've been through is just a test," says Daly.
The biggest test was still to come.
To escape the old, wild and angry days, they moved to the peaceful quiet of Castle Pines Golf Club in Castle Rock, Colo. Only problem was, the wild and the angry and the drinking came right along with them. On Dec. 19, 1992, the Dalys had a few friends over to the new house. Dan Hampton, the former lineman of the Chicago Bears, was there as a houseguest, along with his girlfriend, Julie. Daly's brother Jamie was there, along with his date, and a few others. Everybody was drinking, playing pool, living it up. All day Bettye had the feeling that Julie was trying to "hit on" her husband. She didn't like the way she had been draping herself on him. When Bettye came down, a little tipsy herself, she finally told Hampton to control his girlfriend and then told Julie, "This is my house!" Julie ran upstairs with Hampton.
Daly blew. According to police reports, he pushed her against a wall and pulled her hair. The Dalys say he never touched her. "Slow down here!" John says he screamed. "We're all havin' a good time!" She didn't think so. Two guests left. Hampton and Julie stayed in their room. Daly went double ballistic. He smashed a hole in the wall. He smashed a window. He smashed a picture, cutting his hand badly. He smashed two built-in trophy cases full of crystal. He smashed the glass-encased set of golf clubs he used to win the PGA. You want to hurt me? I'll hurt myself first. He smashed a 57-inch television set. He took out food from the refrigerator and smashed it. "Remember when Richard Pryor said he killed his car?" Daly recalls. "Well, I killed my house." There was blood spattered on one wall. As usual, it was all his.
Bettye went upstairs with Shynah and hid in the closet. "I was scared for our safety," she says.
The Dalys still don't know who called the police, but late that night, after John had already packed up and started driving to Arkansas to cool down, the cops came. Bettye refused to press charges, but under Colorado state law, police are forced to press them at nearly every scene of domestic violence. They did.