If you want an example of why people who are in their late 20s to mid 30s enjoyed games in the ’80s and ’90s and hate most of them now, look no further than this.

Every single step of the way from the moment you turn the power on is filled with load times, mandatory tutorials, a vast majority of courses to unlock, horrible pop music soundtrack, and the namesake of a cablackichineseishasshole. Sitting down and playing for... what do they call it... fun?... is practically out of the question, and the only redeeming value the game has is its Create-a-Golfer (asshole) mode, where I made a 7’, 310-lb asshole jew complete with hooknose and overbite, who I aptly named BitchTits.

Thing is, I know that I have the mirror-image-opposite mindset of a golfer (asshole), so I’m guessing golfers (assholes) would love this game if they liked video games, which they don’t.

I give this gayme One Not Even Slightly Attractive Tiger Woods Mistress.