It's February, 2004. America is at war overseas, worried about terrorism, staring at a reeling economy and warily eyeing a bitter presidential campaign that promises to disintegrate into a finger-pointing, name-calling mess.
That's why I'm here to give you John Daly.
J.D.: The Antidote to What Ails America.
I'm fresh off a fortnight of Gripping It and Ripping It. I watched Daly win at Torrey Pines, and then damn near win at Riviera.