Because it's not a week without some good John Daly news, we present this interview from Sports Radio 104.3 in Denver, in which Daly takes issue with ESPN.com writer Rick Reilly for revealing some rather embarrassing elements of their time together. And when John Daly is embarrassed by something, friend, you know you're in for a story.

Anyway, Reilly caddied for Daly back in 2002 for Reilly's book Who's Your Caddy? (reviewed here at Devil Ball). And for whatever reason, Daly is unloading on the book just now, specifically a section in which Daly, shall we say, pulls a certain club out of his bag:

[Y]ou put in there about my you-know-what -- just the unzipped part, Rick told me it was off the record, and I got a little upset with him over that, because there are going to be kids reading that. And we were just talking driving down the road, and I said, "Listen you're not putting this in the book," and he said, "No, this is all about caddying for you on that day," and I said, "Cause you got some pretty big names in there," and he put it in the book.

Ah, but let's get more specific, shall we? (Steel your hearts, friends.) An excerpt from the offending passage, when Reilly, Daly and Daly's entourage were cruising down that fabled highway:

Daly has to [urinate] like an elephant now, but he won't let (regular caddy) Mick stop. He wants to get to Hartford. So, to save time, he simply pulls out his [uh ... let's say "driver"] and [urinates] into his now-empty giant Diet Coke cup...

He does a masterful job, no spills, even sealing it with the plastic lid. I think he secretly hopes Mick will mistake it for his Coke later in the trip.

Suddenly, he turns i n his chair and he's laughing and I realize Daly's got something huge and white and massive in his hand ...

Okay, that's probably about enough of that. You get the point; Reilly puts his proclivity for piling metaphor on top of metaphor to painful effect here, comparing Daly's "driver" with a sausage, a furniture leg, a battering ram and Sammy Sosa's bat. And if it wasn't off the record, sweet heaven, it should have been.

So, yeah, I could see where Daly might be a little ticked at that. On the other hand, he could laminate copies of the passage and pass them out to the ladies as they gather 'round the Daly Souvenir Wagon.

(Visor tip: Deadspin.)