The creases on Greg Norman's face are deeper, and the imperial nose looks craggier, if that's possible. He married a star athlete who followed him around the course like a sports psychologist on Thursday, while his son carried his bag.
Otherwise, it was the Masters as usual for Norman on Thursday. His high fade creased the fairways, his putts drifted off line, and Larry Mize appeared like a nightmare following a bad meal.
On a gorgeous opening day of the 2009 Masters, Norman, 54, returned for the first time since 2002 to the tournament that has haunted him, and swung like a man half his age. Still broad-shouldered and fit, with forearms that look thicker than his thighs, Norman hit shots befitting a two-time major champion, and putted like a man who should have won many more.
"I putted well," he said. "I'm not complaining at all. It was a good, solid round of golf."
Norman has learned to be philosophical about the Masters, and putting. Thursday, on a day made for low scores on this beautiful, brawny course, Norman shot a 70, perhaps the biggest number his ball-striking would allow.
He missed makeable birdie putts on holes 1, 2, 3, 8, 16 and 18, the hole that summarized his day.
His drive split the fairway, as usual. His approach curled within 4 feet of the hole. The fans stood and cheered as he approached. And he missed the putt.
The crowd -- Augusta's genteel "patrons" -- had cheered him all day. His son, Gregory, who caddied for him, said his father could "feel the love" on every hole, as fans yelled, "Get 'em Greg!" and "We're with ya, Greg!" and "Keep making wine, Greg!"