Professor X this is nothing you asked for but everything you need (I promise this will eventually make sense).
“Welcome to AT&T’s At The Half where you have just been watching the Number 1 seeded Mania vs. the Cinderella story of number 12 seeded d01roK. I’m Greg Gumbel and as always seated beside me is the point guard of our team Seth Davis and shut down man Greg Anthony. Guys we all went into this matchup expecting top seeded Mania to run away with this game but d01roK from rural Ohio refuses to go away, what has been the keys in this game thus far?”
“Well Greg I’ve always said be weary of the underdog because they have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Right now d01rok is playing with just that mentality. I can recall playing in games at UNLV where we weren’t the favorite and there's always just a bit of a chip on your shoulder from this that can elevate your game. d01roK has found something inside himself that he’s using to overcome the intensity and relentless pursuit of Mania. I’m not sure if he can hold on to it for the duration but I think we’re in for one heck of a show.”
“Yeah Greg is right on that but I just feel the overwhelming talent that Mania has on it’s side coupled with the experience of being around since the dawn of time will play a factor in the second half. Don’t get me wrong it’s great to see a Cinderalla story like d01roK come out of nowhere to challenge a favorite but I’m not sure he can hold on when the hallucinations and delusions come into play. That’s been the fortay of Mania to wait till the second half and then really pour on the nasty.”
“Well one way or the other we’ll have a clearer picture of the outcome right after a word from our sponsors and then we’ll send you out to your game for the conclusion. Thanks for watching and enjoy the second half.”
This has become my defense mechanism of late to help cope and deal with my mania. I have always rooted for the underdog since I can remember (please be aware my memory really doesn’t kick in until roughly the early 90’s so the Super Bowl years of the Bengals is gone). I’m not entirely quite sure why but I’ve always related to them no matter the occasion. It could be that since I was five I’ve played the only sport more repulsive to country folk than public transportation (soccer) or that I was 5’1” and 100 lb’s soppy wet my Freshmen year in High School (equates to zero love action) or that I really felt like I never belonged to the Carhartt gang (Adidas and Umbros here). Whatever the reason is I’m starting to realize I’m glad it’s there.
To me a real underdog is someone (or team) that is stacked up against the odds but refuses to acknowledge this. A real underdog doesn’t fight for its life it fights because that’s all they know how to do. A real underdog doesn’t look at the point spread, or fear their opponent, or listen to anyone but rather lives for the opportunity to prove themselves. A real underdog will be knocked down, beat up, kicked out, and stomped in time after time and still gets up and asks for more. This is because a real underdog isn’t an underdog at all; they are exactly what they want to be.
My mania has left me beaten, alone, crying and terrified on my bathroom floor but I’ve gotten up. I know I’ll be brought back down again and it could be today or it could be in a few years I’m not sure. But I know one thing for sure, I’ll never stop getting back up. My professor in my PR Class (Professor X) asked us to write a blog about sports. She asked that we include hyperlinks and tags to ensure that our message is heard as much as possible. She said to try and bring our voice out in our writing and to make a footprint for ourselves through technological gadgets and online tricks. The problem is I don’t do this for the world to hear my message, I do this for me. So while I didn’t give you exactly what you wanted, I did give you what you needed; my voice. I am an underdog.
Since many of my manic experiences involve music I’ve decided to add random music videos to the blog for my enjoyment and your inconvenience. Enjoy!