I still love the olympic chicken soup for the soul stories. Like the one about David Oliver. Here is a man who overcame so many hurdles to win.
Literally.
Like ten of them.
He won a bronze in the hurdles.
But, come on! I bet you can think of some metaphor to throw in. Try some emotional hurdle or his socks were always too tight. I heard that at his first competition he lost because they replaced him with a more aesthetically pleasing competitor. Now those are some insurmountable odds!
And this was the end of this post but since I mentioned sports, I am contractually obligated to mention Brett Favre.