I am not trying to write the best blog entry that I can write this time. I am shooting for the second best entry that I can write. And what is wrong with that?
Why aren't fans in stadiums waving over sized foam fingers shouting "We're number two?"
Wasn't Commander Riker's role really Number Two? Why did he and Captain Picard have to pretend otherwise?
While Pepsi sells less soda than Coke, the company still has a greater market share than Shasta.
For now, America is the sole superpower in the world. But we would do well to remember that we got here by being scrappy underdogs.
Those in the pole position have to worry about others catching up. Meanwhile, the second place driver has his eye on the prize. He feels his heart race each time he stomps on the gas. At each opportunity he sees he tightens his grip on the steering wheel and calculates his next move.
The thrill of being on the heels of the leader isn't the only advantage to being the beta. The number-two guy gets to define himself against the alpha.
He gets to learn by watching the mistakes of the one in front. And of course, a brighter spotlight shines on those mistakes.
For anyone at the top, the only way left is down. When will the glory days be over? Who will be the first to take him down a peg? And this will all seem very unfair after the fall when the hero is left wondering what he did wrong. All he really did was become number two.
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