Talented Young Man

Upon applying for admission to one of the most exclusive country clubs in New England, the rather reserved, unimpressive looking young man was notified that he must play a round of golf with the club officers as a prerequisite to his acceptance.
On the appointed afternoon, he met them on the first tee equipped with a hockey stick, a croquet mallet and a billiard cue. The officers looked him over incredulously, but nevertheless proceeded to tee off. To their dismay, the young man coolly drove three hundred and ten yards with the hockey stick, gracefully arched his second shot to the green with the croquet mallet, and sank a twenty-foot putt with the billiard cue.
After soundly drubbing the baffled officers with a sub-par sixty-eight, the applicant retired with them to the club bar. There he ordered a Scotch and soda, and when it arrived, he mixed the drink himself by tossing the contents of the shot glass over his shoulder into the waiting soda behind him on the bar. This further display of the young man's incredible physical coordination was too much for the officers of the club.
"You're miraculous," they exclaimed. "What's the story behind these fantastic talents of yours?"
"All my life," the man explained, "physical activity of any sort has been child's play for me. To overcome the boredom that has resulted from my monotonous mastery of everything, I try to do almost everything in the most difficult way possible. Thus, I play tennis with a Ping-Pong paddle, Ping-Pong with a tennis racket, and so on."
"Wait a minute," interrupted one of the club officers. "If it's true, as you say, that you do everything physical in the most difficult manner possible, I have one question. ..."
"I know," said the talented young man, smiling. "Everyone asks me the same thing and I don't mind telling you. Standing tip ... in a hammock."