You were the star basketball player in high school and got recruited by a D-1 college. The future was looking bright until you flunked out of three of your four classes and got kicked out of school, thus flushing your hoop dreams down the toilet. Now you bus tables at a sports bar and watch your fellow teammates make a fortune.

After college you were a late second round draft pick. During training camp you tore your rotator cuff and your shoot has never been the same. Now you play on a second rate team in Siberia. Too bad you hate the cold and don’t speak Russian—it’s going to be a long winter.

You make it to the NBA, a dream come true. All those years of hard work have finally paid off. Sadly, nerves get the better of you and you cause your team to lose their first three games. You’re relegated to the end of the bench and hardly play for the rest of the season. Oh well, at least you’re pulling a salary and have health insurance.

You’re one of the hardest working guys in the NBA and one of the most underrated. You make the league minimum but you’re the glue that holds the team together. The fans love you and you have a place on the team as long as you can keep scoring. You have several sponsorship deals in place and are saving up to buy a restaurant to run after your retirement. Life is good.

You’re LeBron James.