Listening to a Radiolab podcast, I learned that 80-90 percent of people will choose the underdog in any contest: business, sports, politics, best landscape painter, etc. This holds if they know nothing else about the contestants.
I have thus learned that I am not in the minority, as I had supposed. I have always thought my underdog preferences were held by others, yes, but only by perhaps 20-30 percent of people. After all, look at the legions of fans adoring Apple Computer, the Lakers, or the Yankees. None of these folks could possibly root for underdogs, could they?
Perhaps they have weak underdog preferences, and when they learn more, those underdog preferences easily get eclipsed by other preferences. If so, then I might still be in the minority: People who cling strongly to underdoggedness.
For example, I used to love Apple. My attachment grew fierce in the mid to late 1990s when Apple was on the verge of folding, being quashed by the dominant and overwhelming PCs and Microsoft. When I came to BYU in 1998, I requested a Mac computer and received one, but computer support steadfastly refused to service it in any fashion and I was soon forced into PC-dom. Now, Apple rules the world, but I can't bring myself to want any of its products. It has become the elite, the costly, the expensive, the desirable. Even if it is the best, my responses to it range from disinterested to repulsed.
Likewise, once my beloved Packers started winning, I became less enamored of them. Same for the Red Sox. Give me a loser any day. It has to scream underdog for me to become interested. Now, I don't love all underdogs. The Cubs have never enticed me. But if I do fall in love, it's with an underdog. As the underdog makes its way to the top, I become wary, unsure, a little bewildered. I associate the powerful with bullying, with immoral choices, and with oppression. That can't include me, can it?
My underdoggedness was probably most strongly shaped in late elementary school and junior high school. I am told now that everyone feels a bit isolated, insecure and weak during those years. I find that hard to believe, still, because some seemed so strong, so popular, so dominant. I felt myself on the outside looking in, and imagined myself in the firm minority.
Hence, cheering for the underdog, for myself, against brutish oppressors became part of my identity. It's still deeply inside of me. So deep, that I feel only a fleeting happiness when my sports teams win, unless it's a win against all odds sort of victory. So deep, that I prefer mom and pop stores even if it costs me a bit more--and I also hate to spend money. So deep, that it undoubtedly influences my distrust of US power in the world.
So now I'm wondering, not just how many have weak preferences for underdogs, but how many are fiercely attached to an underdog identity. And, if everyone feels weak and isolated at some point in the middle school years, why aren't there more of us identity underdogs? Or perhaps the world is full of identity underdogs and I am again mistakenly imagining myself in the minority.
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