Can Shark survive rough Open conditions?

I have to admit that somewhere in the back of my mind I'm rooting for Greg Norman to be in contention on Sunday at The Open Championship. The question I find myself asking, however, is why I want Norman to still be near the top of the leader board.
Do I want to see Norman, at age 53, teach the youngsters a thing or two about winning a major by sneaking in with a hobbled Tiger Woods watching from his Florida estate? Or am I secretly hoping to watch a car accident on Sunday, another Norman meltdown on the grand stage that's so grotesque you can't look away? Something tells me it's a little bit of both.
Norman sitting at even par through two rounds, the only player in the field not over par as of this writing, is a phenomenal story. The fact that he's been playing Senior Tour events for the last three years and hasn't contended in a major since 1999 is only part of it. Norman has diverted his attention away from golf in recent times, focusing on his vast business empire (worth an estimated $500 million) and enduring a bitter divorce battle with his ex-wife, Laura. Seems like his new marriage to Chris Evert (yes, that Chris Evert, the former tennis champion) has reinvigorated The Shark, as shown by his solid play through two very difficult weather days at Royal Birkdale. Norman fired a pair of 70s in 30-mph winds and rain that came down sideways, pelting the players and making the 50-degree temperatures seem much colder.
Camilo Villegas' 65 on Friday sends the message to the field that there is a low score to be had on this golf course, but the weather is supposed to be worse this weekend. Norman would likely claim The Claret Jug, his third, with another matching pair of 70s and would add another win to what has been a storied career. Norman finished the world's top ranked player seven times from 1986-1997 and as the world No. 2 three times, winning almost 100 tournaments worldwide and 10 money titles on three different tours. One more great moment from Norman would remind today's current crop of pros and fans alike of just how fantastic a player he was and be golf's feel-good story of the year, eclipsing Woods' gutsy display at the U.S. Open.
The other side of this coin, however, is much more fascinating to me. My first thought if I see Norman's name atop the leader board on Sunday will be, 'I wonder how he's going to choke this one away.' Norman's failures to close the deal in majors are much more memorable than his excellence, chief among them his meltdown at The Masters that cost him a green jacket at the tail end of his prime. The image of Norman wilting to a final-round 78 in 1996 was so pathetic that even Nick Faldo, as focused a man as has ever played on the PGA Tour, couldn't help but give Norman a hug on the 18th green after wrapping up his own brilliant 67 and third Masters title. Faldo's excellence was blurred by how spectacular Norman's crash actually was, a round in which he took 15 more strokes than he needed during his beautiful opening-round 63. Perception becomes reality over time, and Norman's inability to put away major championships have left his image seared into my brain as one of a choker. It's human nature to take a sort of perverse pleasure in someone else's failings, a sort of inner cruelty that almost everyone has but only wants to let out at select times. Another lost Sunday for Norman would leave him wondering what might have been and a sickening smile on the faces of so many who are waiting for the other shoe to drop.