Update: How about them GIANTS, eh Patriots fans? 
Even though it already seems to be something of an American tradition, I’ve always been one to root for the underdog, which is partly why I’ll be rooting for the New York Giants to win the Super Bowl this Sunday, so they can finally wipe the smug expressions off the faces of those arrogant Patsie snotballs. 
It’s always gratifying to see a team or a person accomplish something that nobody on this planet expected them to achieve, because if they can do it, it makes you believe you can to.
My own life has been the life of an underdog as well. Because I had an idiot for a father, and because I had several disabilities holding me back, it was expected that I wouldn’t amount to much when I grew up. Teachers were already recommending that I be put in Special Resources, (which to put it uncharitably, is where they dump all the retards.)
I quickly exceeded expectations though, and when it became obvious I wasn’t being challenged enough, I kept moving up the tracks until I found myself taking honors-level classes. When high school came around, I even took advanced classes that helped me earn college credits before I graduated. By the time I finished my academic career, I had already earned two college degrees. In addition, during the time I spent contemplating a career as an attorney, I had scored above average on the LSAT and had been accepted to several law schools.
Not bad for a retard, eh? 
Yet even now, I’m still treated like an underdog. I’m never taken seriously, and whenever I come across people looking for aid, help or advice, they take one good look at me and decide I’m not worth their time.
And then when something happens that completely defies their biased perception of me, they’re left in a state of complete and utter shock.
Eh, whatever. I sort of like being the underdog now. Being the guy who continuously proves everyone wrong. Being the guy who can succeed in the face of a world who had already declared him a hopeless failure.
Despite my unexpected accomplishments, if they still think I won’t ever amount to much, then I have only one thing to say to them:
GO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I am with you, brother! Go Giants, and I hope they pull off the spoiler of death on the oh so perfect Pats. Of course, I am also prepared to hang out with you Monday in the gutter, bruised and bloodied after this winning machine rolls over poor Eli and the group. But what the hey, been there before, and I always carry emergency supplies (I’m one of those chicks with a giant purse.) So.
Please do me a favor as I know you are a kind and caring gentleman, don’t use the word “******”. It is really hurtful. I have 2 family members (one now deceased) who are/were mentally challenged. That word grates on my nerves so badly.
I know you have a great sense of humor but some things just shouldn’t be joked about like that.
Off my soapbox now. I don’t know any thing about football but let me tell you I’ll be eating a lot of good food at my house during the game!
@Elle: Well if the worst should happen, I could always drown my sorrows in blueberry muffins and hot chocolate.
@Connie: I don’t mean anything by it, but I hate being politically correct as well, even though that tends to rub people the wrong way sometimes. Most of the time. Ok, maybe all the time.
But you’re right that the word has taken on such a pejorative meaning these days, so for you I’ll choose my words more carefully.
Linc, my friend; you haven’t been around many good caring cool people, have you? I promise there are some of us out there who don’t care what has been said about you, what you look like or any of that stuff. We like you just ’cause you are you!
I grew up in a family where I was the ‘odd one out’ and have never been understood by them so chose to be the exact opposite. Took me a while to realise my different wasn’t a sign that I was inferior; just different! I always thought I was stupid because I was different even though it turns out I have a substantial IQ. I had to accept my differences and now look to help others who don’t seem to fit. After all, we are the minority and I think that’s a good thing!
Sorry to get ‘preachy’ on you, but you are not the sum of others expectations or opinions; you are much much more and I hope you know that!
Thanks my friend for your kindness. It’s not really being PC it’s about people’s feelings who can’t stand up for themselves.
Now about your post, I hear you loud and clear. I think you’ve read about my health conditions/disABILITIES. I have kind of the opposite problem as you though. My disABILITIES ae invisible unless I have a cane or am using my scooter. People don’t get that I have trouble doing things physically and mentally (brain fog).
My advice is to keep surprising people, keep showing them the real you. Don’t allow their opinions to get in the way of your accomplishments. I know this is a trite saying but it’s so true, “God doesn’t make junk”. We are all made in his image. We all are annointed. We all matter.
It was an absolutely unbelievable game. Best football game I’ve ever watched!
@Rachel: You’re really making it hard for me to write off the entire female race as being completely evil.
Thanks for your kind words. 
@Connie: My disability is “hidden” as well, even though it’s always been a major hindrance when it comes to communicating with people. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that God didn’t make a mistake with me, and at times even I’m surprised when I manage to achieve something in life.
@John: Man, I thought it was over when they went ahead 14-10, and then watched as Eli was about to go down for a sack.
Only he didn’t, and managed to fire off a throw that’s going to be repeated in highlights for the next 30 years. Wow.
But nothing was more gratifying to see than Tom Brady getting smacked around and stomped on all night long!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna be rocking to some celebratory music today.
There really are bullies in the world that don’t give a damn about others’ feelings. The good news is there are more people who do. You just gotta let the good ones get close enough.
I WISH the good ones could get close enough, but it seems all the good ones are at least 3000 miles away from me.