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Typical Day

Marion "Tex" Ballhog—a sportscaster for a regional TV station about an hour outside of Detroit—hears his alarm go off at 4:30am, and he shoots out of bed, ready to start his day. After a quick shower and shave, he grabs the morning paper and heads into the station, inadvisably driving, eating a donut, drinking a cup of coffee, and perusing the sports section all at once. By the time he gets into work at around 5:30, he is pretty well informed about all of the major developments in the world of sports since he laid his head to his pillow seven hours before. Tex starts out by attending a 6am production meeting, where the morning headlines are established and the stories to be covered are fleshed out. Once the meeting gets out, he retires to his office so he can go over his notes and begin to plan out his commentary. He also double-checks his tie for any donut or coffee spillage. At 8am he goes on the air, and for the next hour covers all the day's most gripping sports stories, including coverage of the five or six most recent stars who have been caught using performance enhancing drugs.

The Cheater de France.

At 10am, after the morning edition has wrapped, Tex grabs some lunch and then heads out to interview a local linebacker from the home team for a segment that will be airing later that evening, for inclusion in a 5-part series entitled, "Why Do They Have to Hit People So Hard?" Some of the other sportscasters like to phone it in, or rely on their assistants to do most of the actual research and interviews for them, but Tex gets off on the investigative part of his job. This is why he got into the biz in the first place, not to smile into a camera and look pretty. Although he does look very, very pretty.

Tex is back in the studio to film the afternoon show at 2pm, and then he's done shooting for the day. However, before leaving the studio, he does hop on his blog and write a few hundred words so that he can stay in touch with the public. He knows that sportscasters come and go and he could be out on his butt at a moment's notice (when a guy with better hair comes along), so he works hard to endear himself to the masses and hopefully provide them with something they don't feel they can just get from the next guy. If you’re not bringing something different to the table, you may be asked to eat outside.

"We'll let you know when you can come back in the tent!"

Now he'll head home and watch about four hours of Sportscenter. Ah, free time.

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