Colin Montgomerie’s Bad Karma

Montgomerie, when sunny

I found yesterday’s Times story on the collapse of the formerly-surly Colin Montgomerie at the U.S. Open amusing. I’d watched the end of the Open with a friend who was leaping up out of his armchair with joy whenever Montgomerie hit a bad shot. Why? A couple years ago at the Buick in Westchester, a third friend of ours was watching Monty and in a lull told the Scots golfer that his wife was from the same county in Scotland. “You think I give a shit where your wife is from?” Monty flared, and didn’t let up at that, either. Our third friend proceeded to follow Montgomerie around the Buick, rooting against him. Apparently the hex is still working.