Early Golf Career
David Duval wasn’t a physical specimen by any means, but the baggy shirts of the late 90’s didn’t do him any favors. In today’s world he’d probably be referred to as fat, but it seems anyone with a waist over 36 is dubbed as so. Patrick Reed’s haters refer to him as “fat Pat” which is completely asinine to me, but I digress. After shedding 40 lbs and what looked to be 4 pant sizes, Duval finally captured his first and only major in 2001 by hoisting the Claret Jug at The Open Championship at Royal Lytham & St. Annes. A few months later in November, on his 30th birthday, he won the Dunlop Phoenix Open on the Japan Tour. And just like that it was all she wrote. Like someone losing their car keys, he seemingly lost his game forever and not only never won again, but rarely contended.
If you watched David Duval during his prime or this article is your first glimpse of him, and a part of you felt like he harnessed an inner sadness…you would be correct. In 1980, his older brother by 3 years, Brent, went down with what his parents thought was the flu. Over Christmas, Brent was diagnosed with a fatal bone marrow disease called Aplastic Anemia. Basically the bone marrow halts the generating of stem cells that are supposed to create infection-fighting blood cells. David was found to be the perfect fit for a bone marrow donor to save his brother’s life. The family traveled to Cleveland for the transplant and it looked to be a successful one. Weeks after the procedure, Brent’s color was looking better and his energy was coming back. The doctors met with Duval’s parents to begin the planning stages of bringing him back home to Florida. But then Brent took a turn for the worst with vomiting and severe fevers. Tests showed that he was rejecting David’s tissue and there was nothing more the doctors could do. 5 months from the diagnosis, Brent Duval had died, and a 9 year old David thought it was all his fault. This young boy thought whatever they took from his body and put in his brother’s had killed him. To add to the incredible pain the family was feeling, David’s mom never recovered from the tragedy. She hung a large picture of Brent in the hall, kept his room as it was the day he left, and spoke about her son like he was still around. She fell out of love with God and the Catholic Church and fell in love with alcohol. David’s father Bob also looked to the bottle, and a year later his parents were divorced.
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Glad to hear DD has a good life after golf!