They remember the grin before the scorecard. Under suffocating pressure, when other pros went silent, Fuzzy Zoeller cracked jokes that sliced through tension sharper than any wedge. At Augusta in ’79, an unknown rookie walked in, a champion walked out, smiling through a playoff that would have shattered veterans. At Winged Foot, he waved a mock white flag at Greg Norman, then marched back and sto… Continues…