I grew up on all of the delightfully violent cartoons of the 70’s and 80’s.
Much of the time I was frustrated. I was frustrated after watching Wile E. Coyote chase the Road Runner and never catching him. I was frustrated watching Sylvester pursue Tweety Bird and never catching him (her?) I was frustrated watching Tom run after Jerry and never catching him.
Once, just once, I wish one of them would catch, kill and eat the one they had been chasing for so long. There was just something so smug about the three being pursued.
I was also the kid who mailed in the “yes” ballot to vote for the Trix rabbit to actually enjoy a bowl of Trix.
I root against the sports dynasties. I was happy to see Wisconsin defeat Kentucky.
I always pulled for the underdog. I rooted for the one who never seemed to win. I still do.
Anyone can side with the crowd. Anyone can align themselves with the proven. Anyone can choose the safe route.
I’d rather go with the one who is ignored, in the shadows and counted out.
To all you underdogs out there, keep trying. Never give up. You’ve got someone pulling for you.
Joel Stiff's Adventure 