My attempt at wonderwall by oasis.
When we were growing up, my sister, the second of three kids in the clan, used to chirp constantly about "Middle Child Syndrome." It was a long-running gag. She would accuse our parents of ignoring her while spoiling our oldest sister, the first born, and me, the baby.
I would respond by saying she was delusional as there were clearly no favourites in our family. I'd do this while being cuddled in my Mommy's arms, being spoon-fed ice cream. I was 17.
The shrinks will tell you there is something to Middle Child Syndrome, and I do my utmost daily to make sure it doesn't affect my own middle child, little what's-her-name.
The NHL has its own version of MCS. Call it MSS: Middle Standings Syndrome.