So, it’s about 11 a.m. Sunday. I’m getting ready to watch the U.S. Open, where Andre Agassi is scheduled to play. Agassi has decided to retire after this tournament, so this is his professional swan song. Agassi is old and creaky (in tennis/pro sports terms). He’s not favored to make it to the final.

But gosh darn it if I don’t want him to.

What is it about the underdog that fascinates us? Why do we feel compelled to cheer for the little guys, even though we know we’re probably going to be disappointed?

I think it’s because we’ve all been the underdog at some point. We’re the ones who weren’t supposed to get the promotion, or weren’t supposed to win that award, or weren’t supposed to overcome those pesky obstacles.

Publishing is one of the toughest businesses to be in. The chances of someone writing a novel and getting it published are very, very, very small. But people write every day. They submit their work to agents and editors every day. They get rejected and disappointed and hurt every day.

But sometimes, they succeed.

It took me eight years of being an underdog, but I beat the odds. All those years of sitting in front of my computer and listening to the voices in my head finally paid off. I got a wonderful agent. I got “the call.” I have a book coming out. In short, I won. I triumphed.

It’s a glorious feeling.

I did it, and so can you. No matter what it is, whether you dream of publishing a book or playing pro sports. You can do it.

And so could Andre Agassi. It’s not probable, it’s not likely, but he could do it. He could pull it off. He could win the U.S. Open and end his career on a high note. I know I’ll be cheering him on the whole time.

Do you consider yourself an underdog? What areas of your life would you like to triumph in? What would your perfect moment be? Inquiring minds want to know …

Is there anything sexier than Dominic Purcell with his unbuttoned shirt on Prison Break? I don’t think so. Get that man on a romance cover stat!

BTW, Prison Break writers, if by some wild chance you are reading this, I have a great idea about a new love interest you could bring on for Lincoln – a sassy Southern gal with an axe to grind against the evil Prez. She’s rich and hot and springs LJ from jail. Just a thought. 

Summer is over. Time to buckle down and get back to work. Which means writing one more book before the end of the year for me. Right now, I’m calling it Codename: Kudzu. A hideous title, but my brain is fried right now.

The return of professional football is less than a week away now. Go Bills!