You never see him try to do what he can't do. He's very comfortable with his personality and his game. Day doesn't take offense at his nickname, which the CBS crew labeled him with during the Motorola Western Open his rookie year of 1994. Just the opposite, in fact. He even stamps it on his golf balls.
Day is an interesting combination of worldly and rural.
After spending five years in Asia and Europe honing his game, he has more stories than the Empire State Building. He's also very funny and can come up with some statements that would make Yogi Berra shake his head. Playing at Pebble Beach one year, Day hit what he thought was a very good drive on the seaside ninth, but the ball didn't go anywhere. The nearest course was 20 miles from his home, so Day played only once a week and usually after a full morning of farm chores or working in his uncle's sheet-metal shop. Still, by the time he was 14, Day was shooting par golf and had put together a team at Poplarville High even though most of the guys couldn't break 100.