Minimum, P.I.

The trouble with being on the road with a basketball team is that there is a lot of down time. I've spent the last three days in Wilmington, N.C. with the Duquesne women's teams. The two games were interesting enough: one terribly played win and one well-played (for the most part) win. That only took about six hours of the time, though so there was a lot of time to spend elsewhere.
The beach took a couple of hours, beachcombing and watching dolphins. Eating took up a good deal of time from the deep-fried pickles to trying to choose among 57 different kinds of hot dogs at the #2 rated place to eat in Wilmington. Some TV watching filed in a bit of time...and, of course, sleeping was on the program. That left time for lots of amateur sleuthing thanks to Tiger Woods.
The minute I heard that he had wrecked his SUV under "interesting" circumstances,I began to postulate about possible scenarios...and I think I came darned close! My buddy Joseph, a major Tiger fan, and I continued to text throughout the evening...I was watching basketball, and he filled me in on the details. He provided me with some background info that Tiger had been "supposedly" having an affair,and I came to the brilliant conclusion that his injuries were wife-induced. Here's my reasoning:
1. It was 2:25 a.m. Not even Tiger goes out at that time...with his wife still awake.
2. Alcohol was not said to be involved. That means unless my friend Mark was trying to back out of the driveway, Tiger was leaving in something of a hurry...never a good sign...and NOT at that time.
3. The air bag had not deployed on his vehicle...so how did his face get mangled if he hit something with such little force?
SOMETHING HIT HIM!
And with that, I jokingly postulated that his wife had actually hit him with the golf club, laying him out in the middle of the street, then smashing out the back window to make it look like she was trying to save him.
Of course, given their reticence to speak with the police even today means that a good story is being concocted.
It probably won't fit my scenario, but I'll know I'm right anyway.
Even if I don't look like Tom Selleck.