Tiger Woods is back! You remember him, he’s the one that made golf vaguely interesting for five minutes by having sex with every woman on Earth.
Fresh from his stint in rehab for sex addiction, a condition that only seems to affect pro-sportsmen, the golfing god has returned and passed down to us his latest gospel, the imaginatively titled, Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2011.
EA were one of the few companies to stick with Tiger after he was struck down with a crippling case of horniness, mainly because without him they’d be lumbered with an officially licensed PGA game that didn’t have a bankable name gracing it’s cover and wouldn’t be able to shift any copies.
So what if golf is played by the kind of smug cretinous goons who you would pretend not to notice were they getting ever limper under a dust cloud of ASBO fists on a late night bus – this game is amazing. It’s Golf. But it’s, like, Computer Golf.
Ask your average bloke in the pub what his favourite sport is and you’re likely to get the response ‘football’. 
