The cinematic sports metaphors I want to see

Films like Seabiscuit (Gary Ross, 2003) and Cinderella Man (Opie, 2005) have clearly correctly taught me that the only reason every person in the United States of America who wasn't wealthy didn't commit suicide is the example of inspiring figures from the world of sports.

What I would like to see, however, are the would be sports heroes who failed the test. I want the African American bowler who could have struck a blow for equality but wasn't very good and thus discouraged support for the civil rights movement. Where is the boxer who refused induction and then when he finally returned to the sport, lost every fight, never regaining the WBC super light featherweight title again. And who could forget the story of the twelve year old blackjack prodigy from Rhode Island who lost to her Soviet counterpart in the late 1970s and convinced good, God fearing, patriotic United Statesians that maybe their country sucked and that the hostages would remain in Iran till Christ came to smite them with His holy hammer and sickle.

These bits of fact aren't something of pride. They don't make us feel good about our place in the world, but they are true and cinema needs to start telling the whole story of these men and women who did irreparable damage to America by trying to be heroes they were not good enough to be.