As I sit here in the warmth of my home, watching the snow fall quietly outside and praying Trot doesn't wake up with the brilliant idea to pee in his cereal, I'm feeling a bit melancholy.
One of the greatest champions of sports in my lifetime has decided to call it quits. A man who wore his heart on his sleeve, reached the pinnacle of his field, and always spoke his mind is a rare thing in athletics. Most guys speak in athlete riddled cliches hoping to avoid offending any sponsors, fellow athletes and the general public.
This guy? He lived his life and if you agreed with him? Fine. If not? That was OK too; he laid himself out there for everyone to see and much like Frank, he did it his way.
And no, I'm not talking about this guy.
Although he fits the bill as well. Kurt Warner is a First Ballot Hall of Famer; I don't care if you don't like his personal beliefs or feel like it doesn't belong on a football field. Michael Irvin, Lawrence Taylor, and Bill Parcells aren't exactly choir boys but when it comes to football? Three of the all-time greats. Just like Warner.
No, the man I'm referring to is this one.
John Daly has called it quits.
At least until the next sponsors exemption comes along.
Somewhere Beer Companies and Big Tobacco are weeping.