AUGUSTA, Ga. -- And to think it was supposed to be a post-honeymoon lark, a chance for Greg Norman and his bride, a tennis player of some sort, to have fun and experience a British Open. Little did they know their side trip would take a crazy turn toward a haunted place and time. When he shocked the golf world and played well last summer at Royal Birkdale, flirting with a Claret Jug until the end, Norman had no idea a third-place finish qualified him for ... the Masters?
