John Daly's wardrobe gone wild

Music Monday, Follow Friday – must every day of the week be an alliterative axiom expressed on Twitter?
The answer is, of course, yes. The millions of new Twidiots that Ashton and Oprah introduced to the web’s latest BFF will soon be running out of ideas for their 140 character musings on daily life. The unstructured nature of Twitter has served to render most folks mute on all but the most mundane topics. It seems that we all need additional guidance. In recognition of this, I suggest that the middle day of the work week be dubbed “What Not To Wear Wednesday“.  Rather than prattling endlessly on what you’re eating, whatever you TIVO’d last night or the transformative power of social media, let’s agree to align around what we Americans do best; tear-down and criticize celebrities.

I submit for my inaugural WNTN Wednesday professional golfer, gambler, and man-about-the-trailer-park, John Daly. Now it is no secret that golfers don’t always display the best in their choice of apparel. It’s part tradition and part too much time in the sun that has contributed to generations of duffers sporting some ill-advised wardrobe choices. Today, John arrived at a Spanish golf tournament event wearing what Jay Busbee called a “retina searing outfit that can charitably be described as “Upholstery Gone Wild.”

Any single element of this ensemble could qualify for a fashion intervention from my 15-year old daughter, but the impressive thing is the bold combination of neon orange shirt, white shoes, and well, those extraordinary pants. Well done Mr. Daly. You may be slamming the trunk by Friday afternoon, but you have won the golf world’s heart.