Underdog

I'm not sure writing a blog after working 14 hours at the Cheese and closing cash on top of that, and with having the week I just had is a good idea.  I don't I think it is a good idea, I think it is the best idea!  They say you will speak the greatest speech you will ever regret when your angry, and currently now there is a lot of anger, and if I had gamma rays in me I might turn into the Hulk, literally!  Smashing everything in sight which would be cathartic at first, but I feel bad about the damage afterwards because that's the kind of person I am.  A caring person or so I think so.  Sometimes too much!  Which leads me to the subject of this blog, the kind of person I have always rooted for, the teams that I will always root for, ultimately the kind of person I feel I am, the underdog!

First place has never been a name associated with me in anything really.  I may be the favorite of something, but when it comes down to it, I'm still not first, I'm second!  Being in second place your whole life makes you see things a lot differently, bitterly and optimistically in my eyes.  Second place is the closest I have ever gotten to victory in sports, work, and even in life.  I could retell my homecoming story here but I've told it to many times this week already, and yes after all those years have passed the pain still stings a little.  Coming in at second means you gave it 120% and still came up short, might be a little, but still you weren't good enough in the long run, which might be okay with some people, but me personally I'm tired of looking at first place and wondering what it feels like.  I'm tired of always getting the short end of the stick, just because it seems like my place in life is to always be second.

They say its not if you win or lose, it' how you play the game.  Truth of the matter is that is BS!  Who gets paid more, champions!  Yeah its fun, but it's more fun for the people who always win!  The champions who it seems to always have the red carpet thrown out for them, and all obstacles cleared for them so they can always be champions!  If they hear the word no they think it's a foreign word, because the only thing they are used to hearing is yes and always seems to boil down to their way, no matter the situation.  While the people behind them stare wondering why do the cards always line up for them.  What makes them so special that they never get the rug pulled out from under them, and whenever I get close to the prize I always trip while they skip to victory, not bothering to help a fallen man.   Thirty plus years of coming up short makes one humble, thirty plus years of helping out others than yourself, always doing what's best for others in the long run, builds humility!  Something that most champions lack, but the underdog has an over abundance of!

The world needs underdogs though, because it makes some people feel good to cheer on someone you know has no chance of winning, when you have already bet on the winner.  I know who has rooted me on my whole life and I know win or lose they will always be in my corner.  They always comfort me when I fall up short and tell me it will be okay, and always tell me next time, you'll get it next time.  Hundreds of next times later and guess what I still haven't got it!  But what I do have is loyalty from the ones always in my corner.  But when I do win, and yes I will win others will follow suit, because people like to flock to champions, and lie saying they believed in them all the time when the underdog becomes the winner!  When that day comes I will keep my friends that were always there for me by my side, and the bandwagoners can stay on the sidelines, because that's where they  have been this whole time!  The only reason I can think why I'm still an underdog is because I have a little more to learn, or put in if you must to become a champion.  Because God knows deep down they day I start winning there is no way I'm going back to just being an underdog!