It is summer, a basketball game in Los Angeles. The team is doing well, and the student section begins a chant, "We're number one! We're number one!" Kenneth sitting nearby. He is puzzled by the cheer. At one point, in the midst of "We're number one!" he rises and yells, "What's wrong with being number two?"
The students look at him. They stop chanting. He sits down, smiling and triumphant.
"Why, Dad?" Kenneth asked.
"Why what?"
"Why people trying to be number one?"
"Because they are too far to go home without winning."
"But, there is nothing wrong with being second."
"And there is nothing wrong with being first," Dad answered, "You know kid, you have to be number one, because no one knows number two," He smiled.
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