rooting for the underdog
I remember sitting down next to my dad watching football with him once when I was a kid. Probably eating chips and very hot salsa, which we both liked. (He told me once I wouldn't like his hot salsa, so I decided I would, even if I didn't. Dad's can't have their own stuff. No way...)
side note: I've never been one for figuring out what's going on down there on the football field. Even when I played clarinet in band. I just played when they told me to (touchdown!), too busy talking to friends I guess...
Anyway, back to the tv football game... I remember my dad asking me who I was rooting for. I asked him who was losing? He told me. I told him that's who I was rooting for. I've never forgotten what he said next. He told me I root for the underdog. I asked him what that meant and got an explanation.
About that time in school there was a girl in my class who didn't have many friends. (She may not have had any actually
). She looked drab and unkept. She was quiet. My mom said she was "neglected." I vaguely remember mom telling us kids how we can make a difference in those situations.
One day when a couple kids were teasing her I decided to say something. And it did make a difference. I made friends easily, so my being friendly to her was like sharing my friends. Because my friends started being friendly to her too. Not all, but enough. I invited her over to my house a couple times, and I remember how happy that made her. She moved that summer, but I was very glad to have known her.
Anyway, just thinking about underdogs and how in some situations (not so much the football kind though
) we can make a difference, or at least try.
side note: I've never been one for figuring out what's going on down there on the football field. Even when I played clarinet in band. I just played when they told me to (touchdown!), too busy talking to friends I guess...
Anyway, back to the tv football game... I remember my dad asking me who I was rooting for. I asked him who was losing? He told me. I told him that's who I was rooting for. I've never forgotten what he said next. He told me I root for the underdog. I asked him what that meant and got an explanation.
About that time in school there was a girl in my class who didn't have many friends. (She may not have had any actually
). She looked drab and unkept. She was quiet. My mom said she was "neglected." I vaguely remember mom telling us kids how we can make a difference in those situations. One day when a couple kids were teasing her I decided to say something. And it did make a difference. I made friends easily, so my being friendly to her was like sharing my friends. Because my friends started being friendly to her too. Not all, but enough. I invited her over to my house a couple times, and I remember how happy that made her. She moved that summer, but I was very glad to have known her.
Anyway, just thinking about underdogs and how in some situations (not so much the football kind though
) we can make a difference, or at least try.Total Comments 4
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same here about the football, and I played trumpet in hs band. As for underdogs, I do not make friends easily. I mean, I try but they just don't happen for me. I guess I could use a super friend-maker like you....Posted 07-08-2008 at 03:53 PM by therewego
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I always thought the trumpet sounded cool. And those French horns... I bet you make friends more easily than you think... See, you just made another one.
Posted 07-08-2008 at 04:48 PM by emeraldsky
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I completely agree about rooting for the underdog. Great blog, I enjoyed it.
PamPosted 07-09-2008 at 09:16 AM by Pam& Bill
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Thanks Pam.Posted 07-11-2008 at 05:43 PM by emeraldsky
