Here’s my take on the whole situation (not that you asked for it):
After a noisy argument, Mrs. Woods chased a philandering Tiger out of their home swinging a couple of nine-irons. He hopped in the car POST HASTE and hauls butt out of the driveway, and runs into the tree and hydrant.
(Why ELSE would you be hauling butt out of your driveway at 2:30AM?)
So now that he’s crashed... her womanly nurturing instinct takes over (amplified by her Oh Crap Am I In Trouble Now If He Pins This On Me instinct) and she changes from Mrs. Hyde back to Dr. Jekyll and helps him out of the car.
They both decide it would be better for both of them to keep shut up about it, so they do.
And well they should. It IS a private matter between them.
But I bet it was funny to watch, in a “War Of The Roses” kind of way...
And, my guess, they both had been drinking.
I love Tiger Woods. I really do. But the image of a stiking Swedish viking woman wielding a five iron at a hastily retreating Tiger over another woman just makes me laugh. I can’t help it.
“After a noisy argument, Mrs. Woods chased a philandering Tiger out of their home swinging a couple of nine-irons. He hopped in the car POST HASTE and hauls butt out of the driveway, and runs into the tree and hydrant.
(Why ELSE would you be hauling butt out of your driveway at 2:30AM?)
So now that he’s crashed... her womanly nurturing instinct takes over (amplified by her Oh Crap Am I In Trouble Now If He Pins This On Me instinct) and she changes from Mrs. Hyde back to Dr. Jekyll and helps him out of the car.”
Succubus?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Succubus
LOL!
The wee lad was a runnin awa frae his dill clubbed wifie?
Was it a five iron or a putter?
Or maybe she no longer fancies his putter and wants a driver the now?
Tis a wicked woman who forever wants a hole in one.
( Stuck in Scots)