Cheering for the underdog
Tonight I watched the movie Hairspray with my dad. While it’s not a movie that I would go shouting off the mountain top I watched (I’m not really a musical person), I will confess that I enjoyed it. It was a fun movie, and c’mon, who doesn’t love Zack Effron? Actually, I couldn’t say that last part with a straight face, that kid really annoys me, don’t ask me why, I have no idea. It was a movie where the underdog prevailed and proved to the world that an individual could make a difference and start a revolution.
This coming Sunday is… SUPERBOWL SUNDAY!! I don’t know about all of you, but I’m really excited. I’m cheering for the Cardinals, the underdog of the Superbowl. The team’s been to three different cities, has the third oldest quarterback in the NFL, and hasn’t had a championship in 61 years. Next longest dry spell goes out to all the Cubs fans. Anyway, we’ll see what the Cardinals can pull off.
When it comes to life, I think that we’re all in the underdog position, or at least live in a “grass is always greener on the other side” scenario. Stick with me, everything will tie together… hopefully.
So, here’s the deal: I recently saw the movie Bull Durham. I’ve never watched it before, but my uncle told me that since I like baseball so much, it’s probably something I should see. And let me tell you, apparently, I stole all of my ideas from Susan Sarandon… sort of. When it comes to sports psychology, I want to be like Susan Sarandon, but without the whole sleeping with every player thing and Kevin Costner, but without the whole jerk attitude. Because really, who wouldn’t want to someday be apart of this: