You're a sportscaster for a Public Access station in Cowfork, West Virginia. You report mainly on the local football team, the Cowfork Mooing Irish. They're not great. When you were 9, you thought you'd be anchoring the Olympics.
You're broadcasting out of a small studio in a suburb of Oklahoma City. The good news: You've been there forever, so you have great job security. The bad news: You've been there forever.
You're one of the newest sportscasters on ESPN—obviously a great opportunity, but you're still a little untested at this point. The scariest part of your job is having to walk by Skip Bayless' office on your way to the bathroom.
You're Skip Bayless. You're featured on a couple of shows on ESPN and your career is flourishing. You just wish the new guy who keeps walking by your office would stop eyeing you so strangely.
You are the most tenured and highly respected sportscaster in the country. You're not just a television personality—you're a national treasure. Nicholas Cage is on his way to find you.