CHASKA, Minn. — Danny Willett’s brother was right. The 2016 Masters champion got to come off the bench for the four-ball session after sitting in the morning session of the Ryder Cup, for reasons that European captain Darren Clarke swears had absolutely nothing to do with P.J. Willett’s pre-matches column in part lambasting American fans over the stereotypical boorish behavior of a minority. And then when Willett got out on the course, that minority acted almost exactly in that fashion. “They need to silence the pudgy, basement-dwelling, irritants, stuffed on cookie dough and pissy beer, pausing between mouthfuls of hot dog so they can scream ‘Baba booey’ until their jelly faces turn red,” P.J. Willett wrote in a column earlier this week that drew much criticism for its crass characterization. Then on Friday, fans chugging Bud Lights and Silver Bullets shouted “Baba booey” on most every hole Willett played. Multiple times in some cases. The courage juice certainly helped some spectators come up with other gems like, “Where’s your brother, Danny Boy?” and “Hot dogs!” and “Your brother could’ve hit that shot!” It was the same five things on every hole. It wasn’t funny the first time or the 30th. Willett’s last name was changed by the fans to Boy as goon after goon spoke to him that way. Mercifully, we were spared, as Willett wrote, “mini-erection inducing ‘mashed potato’ ” shouts.