Shanky Shank Shank

There once was a boy named Shanky. Shanky was a big baseball star and he loved to play golf as well.  Sadly, Shanky could not hit the golf ball straight no matter what he tried.  He would rotate the head of the club and he would change his stance.  Nothing worked.  So one day, Shanky came to me to ask how I was so good at hitting golf balls.   I just told him that he had to address the golf ball and smile knowing he could hit it straight. Shanky tried that but still no luck.  I was out of advice for poor Shanky.  But if you meet Shanky today, ask him how he got to be such a basketball star.  That was never his interest in the day we knew one another.  Now that he can play hoops, he has no further reason to think about that golf ball that he always shanked.  So Shanky is richer today, but he never hit another golf ball and never could hit the ball straight.  I felt bad for Shanky, but his father was such a fine friend of the world that the day that Shanky left his house for good, the father was never too disapointed.   Fine friends of the world are always welcome in the golf club rooms of the globe and maybe Shanky will get another chance to work on his drive.  Thanks!