Well...the ending is a little like the way I felt about Tebow's: blah. The most interesting things (for John Daly, the partying, for Tee-Bop, the not-football-game-monotonous-rehashing) came up front. They hooked you in and then let the ball drop like a pass in the endzone, like a drive into a deep bunker. What a letdown. Daly was at his most honest when it was really him writing, before his editor stepped in and said, "um, maybe you should put in something that shows what you've learned from all these experiences." So he goes through it - the women, the drinking, the rehab, the gambling. I don't see John Daly as a dynamic character - the truth is, he is what he is, and that's what shows up the first half of the book. The second half doesn't ring true, first of all, because it's lacking all the f-bombs, and second of all, because he's not telling stories. He's looking forward, and he doesn't have much to say. The dude is going to keeping going out to drink, to gamble, and to play golf. That's not going to change, and it seemed like his editor tried to fool the readers into thinking Daly was trying, and that gimmick didn't work.