The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get used to the latter.
EPISODE ONE HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHT: Forever An Underdog!!!
When I was a kid, I never was one to watch sports very often. I would watch the Harlem Globetrotters when they came on the Wide World of Sports. Then in my teens, I liked the LA Lakers. My mom would be for the Boston Celtics and when both teams ended up in the finals, we would plant ourselves in front of the TV when the games came on.
Then when the Houston Oilers came to Tennessee and became the Titans, I jumped on the bandwagon and supported them. I also became a hockey fan with the Nashville Predators, going to a few games and getting into the excitement. And a few different games here and there but I couldn’t truthfully say I was a sports guy.
I liked to play ‘sports’ like kickball and front yard soccer. I liked to go to the basketball court with some friends or by myself and shoot some hoops, but again, I can’t say I’m a sports guy.
But when I did watch and I had no idea about either team or any preference, I would always cheer for the underdog.
Because I am one.
I’ve always been one.
At least, I have always felt like one. Whenever I played sports or games with friends or family, I never felt like I could beat them.
I have always loved the ‘little’ guy beating the bigger one. I mean, it’s built into most of us. There will be a lot of people that, when asked, what’s their favorite story from the bible and they’ll say, David and Goliath. And it doesn’t matter if we believe in God or not or believe in the bible or not, we can all respect that story. Here’s a guy that can’t compete with a giant with strength. People looking on are wondering what is this guy going to do. Then he uses his intellect and pops a rock at Goliath’s brain bucket and down he goes. The win goes to the squirt with the slingshot.
I don’t think I’m out of line saying this but most people see ourselves as the ‘little’ guy. We see ourselves being the low-man, the bottom rung, a peon. We see ourselves as a minor league team against the money backed New York Yankees.
We have no chance to win…
But, by saying that…we have nothing to lose.
We ask ourselves…”What if we won? What if we beat a more powerful opponent?”
We all want our Rocky moment. As we are beaten into the corner, lefts and rights coming at our head and body, we want to hear that Rocky theme. We want to feel the extra burst of energy from our broken body and fix our broken will. We want to start blocking those devastating shots and start getting in our own. We want to force them back and get on the defense as our shots become laser focused.
We want to send them to the mat and get counted out.
And we don’t want anybody to see it coming. We want to shock and awe an audience who will begin chanting our name, louder and louder.
And…we want to be lifted into the air, triumph.
Our Goliath is down.
We want that. We all do.
But, to be an underdog, those winning situations will not come up a lot, if any. To be an underdog, you will get beaten most of the time. You will be lying on the mat more often, looking up and wonder what happened. Why did I get beaten again?
But did we really get beaten? If we keep our will to push on, we can’t get beat. If we always have heart and be on the side of right, we can’t be beaten. If we learn from our mistakes and implement a new way of doing things, we can’t be beaten. You might try over and over but you will eventually break through. Maybe at the surprise of other people and maybe to yourself but you CAN succeed.
That why people love underdog movies so much. When that basketball team comes from behind to win. Or that one football player should NOT be out on the field because of his size but the size of his heart is too big to overlook and makes a winning play (RUDY, RUDY, RUDY...) And that guy from the streets, the fighter who’s hungry to win and prove himself gets in a Heavy Weight Championship and gets the crowd on its feet and chanting his name. You know the one.
WE LOVE THE UNDERDOG!!!
It’s because most people feel like they’re one. It doesn’t matter if you’re living on the streets or living in a multi-million dollar mansion, we all feel like the underdog. And a part of us, maybe a big part, wants to be the underdog. We feel we are looked over and we want to prove we are a winner. We want to show everybody that misjudged us and ignored us that they were wrong. I think it’s natural. We all want to be the hero, the misjudged hero.
I know I do.
And do you know who misjudges us the most? Do you know who needs to be proven to that we are nobody’s fool and worth more than they see?
We misjudge ourselves.
We are underdogs to our own minds. We think we are behind the rest because we don’t trust in our own talents and our own passions to be better at something.
We root for the underdogs in life because we root for our own kind.
Believe you’re better.
I know it can be hard to do. But if you work on it, I’ll work on it, too.
October 12th, 2018
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.