After a month of feeling totally apathetic about (playing) video games, I’ve returned to them thanks to, of all things, golf. Add binge watching vintage PGA tournaments to my long list of random quarantine phases. This led to some cosy late night CRT sessions with Mario Golf (getting as far as earning Metal Mario) and now, after a visit to Pink Gorilla, Tiger Fucking Woods: PGA Fucking Tour 2004. What have I become? Who is this person? A golf liker, my god! I guess when it comes to sports, I find that golf translates into one of the more interesting video game experiences for me. What I like most about the irl and virtual nature of the game is getting the lay of the land and squaring off with The Elements. And then, willing infinite and infinitesimal considerations of physics and geometry into a tiny ball by hitting the shit out of it with a metal stick. It rules.**
Both games give you a different sense of autonomy. Things like power, accuracy, and point of contact on the ball are all presented explicitly (visually) in Mario Golf. Often you’ll find yourself holding down the ‘Z’ button, pulling back the analog stick and tapping the ‘A’ button simultaneously, all to get the ball off the tee in a very specific way. In Tiger Woods, these equations are hidden inside a single almost-foreshadowing of Wii-waggle gestures: pull back the analog stick to set your power and push it all the way forward (veering left or right depending on how you want to slice it) to determine accuracy. Oh, and you can mash a button during your backswing to fill a power gauge. That button, on Gamecube, is the ‘Z’ button and it feels terrible! You also want to mash while the ball is in the air, using the analog stick to add spin, for when it hits the ground.
This kind of superhuman influence over the ball post-swing seems like sacrilege coming off Mario Golf where you do all your homework up front and then Hail Mary. In a way, it’s the gamier video game but…it’s also closer to a simulation…while Tiger Woods feels like a video game in a way that is less simulation and more an evocation of the PGA. At EA, it was deemed important to translate that post-shot feeling of talking to the ball (“Get to the left, to the left!”) into a braindead Mario Party-adjacent QTE while it’s in the air. When you get to the green in Tiger Woods, you have a caddy giving you “advice” which is almost exactly how you oughta putt (“Try 2 inches left and 3 feet long”) and you better listen because you don’t have much in the way of visual aids. In Mario Golf, caddies don’t exist (the PGA doesn’t exist! (golf is just a thing that will come about in any society with enough time, like Shakespeare and monkeys, the Mushroom Kingdom proves this)). You are left with an undulating grid to divine the topographical treachery between you and your target which builds this (eventually (but also maybe never exactly) deeply felt intuition about how to play with the lay of the land. It’s less forgiving, it can feel incredibly cold and cruel and frustrating but ultimately it’s more rewarding.
But Tiger Woods is a golfier golf game and that’s fun in its own way, too. It’s the one you’d probably recommend to your dad or uncle. It’s got the human players, courses, gear and…you can win product endorsements, too? I find it more insulting than not to win a tour and be congratulated with a text box explaining that Adidas wants to sponsor me and I can now wear their clothing at the store, but OK. Things are getting more difficult so perhaps there’s more depth to grapple with, a different kind of intuition I have to build up in this game. Still, Mario Golf’s more nuanced mechanics mean that it can push things beyond the realms of real world golf and ask you to play with gale-force winds, 5-foot greens and insane ring shot challenges. It’s great. Maybe after I’ve run out of PGA broadcasts I oughta search out trick golfing or something. Is there a Harlem Globetrotters for golf?
I will say, opening this game with DMX bought Tiger Woods: PGA Tour an almost bottomless bunker of goodwill.
**As long as I can put out of mind how much the sport is built on privilege and wealth and environmental wastefulness… I’ll admit, my enthusiasm took a big hit yesterday when I saw a YouTube comment reference Jack Nicklaus as a Trumper. No! The guy was so fun to watch (the ‘86 Masters!) and seemed like the epitome of decency but sure enough, leading up to the 2020 election, he gave a wildly disappointing endorsement of Trump and I have to be reminded that this sport is kind of cursed. God damn it.