Two new profiles do a terrific job of documenting the funny and not-so-funny side of David Feherty.

In a cover story for Golf World, Franz Lidz has this nugget about Feherty and 60 Minutes:

So broad is his appeal that CBS even asked him to audition as Andy Rooney’s replacement on “60 Minutes.” The fact that Feherty didn’t make the cut may have had less to do with his Q score, a celebrity popularity rating system, than his mordant choice of material. In one bit he offered three situations in which it’s permissible to laugh at a funeral: “One was that you didn’t like the deceased,” he recalls. “Two, if the pallbearers drop the casket.” He can’t remember the third.

Insights from Bob Knight, who wanted to do Feherty’s TV show.

Knight agrees. “David puts you at ease,” he said after their summit. “He’s not mean-spirited, and he won’t throw you under the bus. I’ve never spent a more enjoyable time being grilled on camera, and remember: Nobody has ever accused me of being real kind.” Knight had asked to be on “Feherty” after watching an episode in which the host shot questions at pro basketball great Bill Russell. (“So, Bill, you were left-handed and black? I mean those are two serious disadvantages on a golf course.”) Knight had laughed so hard that he wanted to be part of the fun. And he was: At the end of the powwow, Feherty gave Knight tips on his golf swing, and Knight coached Feherty on the art of tossing a folding chair.

Unfortunately, there’s his daily drug regimen that allow him to get through life:

The vial Feherty keeps in his pants pocket harbors his daily regimen of anti-depressants (Cymbalta), anti-psychotics (Abilify, Klonopin), stimulants (Adderall, Vyvanse), mood stabilizers (Lamictal), cholesterol (Lipitor) and blood pressure meds (Avalide), and sleep aids (Ambien). “I don’t like sleeping pills,” he allows. “I don’t like sleeping, period.” His credo: You sleep for a long time when you’re dead. “I’m hopelessly in the present, I don’t live one day at a time. I live 20 minutes at a time. I have no f—— clue what I’m doing tomorrow.” Asked in what era he would have liked to play golf, Feherty says the 1980s and ’90s. He quickly adds: “But I’d like to remember them this time.”

John Garrity wrote about Feherty for Sports Illustrated:

But you can’t separate Feherty’s antics from his anxieties. He noticed a few years ago that he was starting to forget things. “And not where my car keys were,” he said at lunch. “I was starting to forget words. At a speaking engagement for the Navy I had to ask the audience to help me. ‘What do you call that thing that goes across the land that has water in it?’ And people would shout, ‘A tanker!’ No, that’s not it. Somebody shouts something else. ‘A stream!’ “No! I meant a river.”

He smacked his forehead with the heel of his right hand. “I’ve had my head run over a couple of times, taken a few falls, been knocked senseless.”

So yeah, Feherty has reason to worry about the possibility that he’s losing his ability to express or comprehend speech, a condition known as aphasia. At 54, he already depends on his wife of 17 years to manage his affairs and make sure he doesn’t get on a plane to Fargo when he’s supposed to speak in Seattle. “I rely on Anita beyond anything you can imagine,” he’d said in the restaurant, staring wistfully at the attractive brunette by his side. “I don’t know where we bank. I don’t know how much I get paid. I couldn’t tell you my net worth.”

It got so bad last summer that he asked Anita to make an appointment for him to get an MRI brain scan.

“My problem,” he starts to say–but he’s interrupted by the elevator doors opening. He steps out and looks right and left before joining a parade of guests headed for the casino floor. His eyes search for a sign pointing to the Skyview Suites Tower.

“Remind me again,” Feherty says to a reporter. “What is this for?”