He doesn’t have the size.
He doesn’t have the skills.
He doesn’t even know the rules.

But one morning, he crawled out of the pond,
with a plain mask and a strange certainty:

They could try to stop him.
He’d keep going anyway.

He doesn’t look the part.
He doesn’t have the résumé.

But he’s got what it takes.
Something you can’t explain.
Something that makes the Underdog win one day.