FARMINGDALE, N.Y. — John Daly smashed his tee shot to raucous applause on the 10th tee at Bethpage Black on Thursday. The ’91 PGA champ was last off in his group, and as he watched his ball soar into the left rough, his partners, Y.E. Yang and Rich Beem, strolled off the tee and down the fairway. Daly was left in their wake. That’s when he hopped into his roofless Club Car Tempo — a 107 sticker plastered on the side and Diet Cokes clanking around in the console — and drove around the left side of the forward tee. He handed out fist bumps and shook hands with the sign bearers before stepping on the pedal. Twenty-eight years earlier and some 770 miles west of here, Daly was a nobody. Then he won the 1991 PGA Championship as the ninth alternate, becoming an instant folk hero. In the years since, Daly has had more ups and down than a Six Flags, and this week, on Long Island, he is confronting a new challenge. Daly is navigating Bethpage Black in a golf cart, which he applied for (and was granted) through the Americans with Disabilities Act. He hates riding, he says. He’s only doing it because the arthritis in his knee is unbearable. He’s been chastised for the cart, too. Nick Faldo ...