We, as a people, are obsessed with the underdog story. It’s everywhere, it transcends cultures, language barriers and even time. As long as there has been humanity there has been the story of someone facing unbeatable odds and either overcoming them or dying heroically in the face of that inevitable death, becoming an inspiration for all. It’s also this underdog story that has lost a bit of its sincerity in the world of sports over the past few decades. While everyone still loves that underdog story, we’ve become obsessed with the concept of “the best” and our “underdog story” involves characters that seem more Ivan Drago than they do Rocky.
Maybe it is our celebrity-obsessed culture that is fueled by the internet that has drawn us in this direction? Sports are now about the teams that have the biggest budgets and can attract the biggest stars, it’s about these stars owning huge homes, fleets of expensive vehicles and employing impressive staffs to keep everything running like clockwork. Floyd Mayweather is the biggest combat sports draw, the same man who served time for tax evasion and makes over one hundred million per fight. Our underdog story is no longer about supporting the actual underdog as much as it is wishing that we all were the underdog and were going to be whisked away into the world of being rich, powerful and famous just like these filthy rich athletes.
It’s this very world that needs a hero, it’s this very world that needs Mark Hunt.