Dear me, well, if you defer to ex-wife Laura Andrassy for comment you will get a resounding “no” in answer. If, however, you delve a little deeper, well, the answer is still “no”.

Some people are just too similar. You know the saying, two wrongs don’t make a right? Well, it’s the same with this couple - two bimbo athletes do not a happy marriage make.

Harsh words considering I know next to nothing about them, but they’re easy fodder, aren’t they?

Do you know what strikes me as odd about this whole story? It’s the fact that Greg Norman was happy (debatable) to spend $US100 million divorcing Laura, only to spend a further $US2 million on his 2008 wedding to Chris Evert.

All that money spent, only to end up at loggerheads over the modern-day dilemma “my digs or yours?”.

That is, he wouldn’t leave the multi-million-dollar home he had created with his previous wife, to live with his new wife.

Now, I’m sure the “Shark” gives a hefty portion of his earnings to charity groups, however, no matter how much money you donate, wasting that much dough on messy divorces and tacky weddings is criminal - especially if the only problem on the horizon was the “your place or mine” dilemma.

Come on people, are your egos really that big?? Or did the love bubble simply burst and you’re too embarrassed to admit that maybe, just maybe, you might have rushed things.

My money is on the later. I think Norman and Evert are two extraordinarily wealthy people who can afford to spend an extraordinary amount of money based solely on lust.

Buying her dinner and a movie was never going to cut it. What could be more romantic than a $US100 million divorce and $US2 million worth of white wedding lace?

Damn, those fireworks must have been something!

With SAM GROVES

That’s like asking whether it’s worth eating the cheese that has been in my fridge for two months - it’s a risk with no happy ending.

I found it interesting when “the Shark” split from his former wife and took up with the tennis star. What was even better was when the ex-to-be and Mr Norman were sitting together on national TV and proclaimed their Romeo and Juliet undying love for each other.

The ordeal between the ex-lovebirds is not an individual case. I can remember times when I thought I had a chance and, well, it was not to be.

A mate of mine once thought he would take a chance and acquire a target during a night on the town.

He had a tendency to over-shoot the runway, you could say, and this situation was no exception to other missions that had previously failed.

I watched, waited and assisted in his attempts to move behind enemy lines and bypass the pointless conversations with the “you’ve-got-no-chance” friends.

There is only so much a wingman can do and the mix of an unfamiliar terrain, multiple countermeasures on the dance floor and the need for constant refuelling had my mate’s chances doomed from the beginning.

Though the epic failure was met with a late night kebab, which soaked up his sorrows and purged his stomach.

Sometimes it is up to blokes to better their chances in the game. I think now that Mr Norman is heading towards rock bottom, he should do something to improve his image.

Perhaps he could take up Mark Philippoussis’s love antics on television as demonstrated in the highly unsuccessful Age of Love.

Mind you, the display of affection between the exes last year on the tube could be the latest shift of reality TV - an awkward situation, two ageing products of sport and the cash prize for the best lawyer when the pair settles out of court for an “undisclosed” amount.