Ryan Seacrest is a well-known figure in the entertainment world, but he’s feeling the pressure as he gets ready to take over from Pat Sajak as the host of *Wheel of Fortune*.
According to sources in the US, Radar Online reports that Seacrest is using special techniques to deal with his anxiety about this big new job.
Fans know that 77-year-old Sajak is stepping down after more than 40 years as the show’s host. Seacrest, who is 49, has been chosen to replace him, but taking over such an important role is a huge challenge.
Even though Seacrest has a long and successful career on TV, insiders say he still feels the pressure of taking on such an iconic job.
One source told Radar Online: “Ryan often takes on more than he can handle. He’s nervous right now, but he’s always wanted to be the next Dick Clark, and he’s become that. But he’s only human, and filling Pat Sajak’s shoes on *Wheel of Fortune* is a massive challenge.”
If anyone is right for the job, it’s Ryan Seacrest, who also hosts *American Idol*. But to prepare for hosting *Wheel of Fortune*, he’s using some tried-and-true methods to get ready. The first episodes with Seacrest as host are expected to air this September.
According to a source, “He’s doing everything he can to handle the nerves before his new job. That includes getting at least eight hours of sleep and listening to audiobooks for anxiety, because Ryan doesn’t know how to switch off by himself.”
The source added, “He has other helpful tricks, too. Just going outside for some fresh air and sunshine helps him relax. He’ll also have a cozy, air-conditioned trailer at the studio where he can unwind.”
Ryan Seacrest shared a heartfelt tribute to Pat Sajak three weeks ago. In his message, he praised the famous host’s partnership with Vanna White, 67, and said Sajak had “set the standard for hosts everywhere.”
On Instagram, Seacrest wrote, “Pat, congratulations on an incredible run with *Wheel of Fortune*! Your dedication, charm, and wit have made the show a beloved part of American television for decades.”
He continued, “Your partnership with Vanna has been nothing short of iconic, and together, you’ve created countless wonderful memories for viewers. You’ve set the standard for hosts everywhere.”
I Came Home from Vacation to Find a Huge Hole Dug in My Backyard – I Wanted to Call the Cops until I Saw What Was at the Bottom
When I cut short our vacation due to Karen falling ill, the last thing I expected was to find a massive hole in our backyard upon returning home. Initially alarmed, I hesitated when I spotted a shovel inside, leading me into an unexpected adventure involving buried treasure, newfound friendship, and lessons in life’s true values.
Karen and I rushed back from the beach early after she fell ill. Exhausted but wary, I decided to check the house’s perimeter before settling in. That’s when I stumbled upon the gaping pit in our lawn.
“What’s this?” I muttered, approaching cautiously.
At the bottom, amid scattered debris, lay a shovel. My first instinct was to call the police, but then I considered the possibility that the digger might return, knowing we were supposed to be away.
Turning to Karen, who looked unwell, I suggested keeping the car hidden in the garage to maintain the appearance of absence.
As night descended, I kept vigil by a window, watching and waiting. Just as I was about to give up, I spotted a shadow vaulting over our fence.
Heart pounding, I ventured out with my phone ready to call the authorities. Approaching the pit, I heard the clink of metal on earth.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, shining my phone’s light into the hole. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The figure looked up, squinting. My jaw dropped—it was George, the previous owner of our house.
“Frank?” he stammered, equally surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here, remember?” I retorted. “What are you doing in my yard in the middle of the night?”
George climbed out, looking sheepish. “I can explain. Just… please don’t involve the police.”
Arms folded, I demanded an explanation.
“My grandfather owned this place,” George began, “and I recently discovered he hid something valuable here. I thought I’d dig it up while you were away.”
“You broke into my yard to hunt for treasure?” I couldn’t believe it.
“I know how it sounds,” George pleaded, “but it’s true. Help me dig, and we’ll split whatever we find.”
Despite my better judgment, I agreed. Over hours of digging, we shared stories, George revealing his hardships—a lost job and his wife’s illness. His hope for this treasure to change their lives touched me.
As dawn approached, our optimism dwindled with each shovel of dirt revealing nothing but rocks and roots.
“I was so sure…” George’s disappointment was palpable.
Offering a ride home, we filled the pit and drove to his house, where his wife, Margaret, greeted us anxiously.
“George! Where have you been?” Margaret exclaimed, eyeing me curiously.
Explaining the situation, George’s dream of buried treasure was deflated by Margaret’s reality check.
“My grandfather’s tales were just that—stories,” she gently reminded him.
Apologizing, George and Margaret offered to repair our yard. I declined, suggesting they join us for dinner instead.
Driving home, I shared the night’s escapade with Karen, who teased me about my unusual night with a stranger. Reflecting on our conversation, I proposed inviting George and Margaret for dinner—an unexpected outcome from a night of digging for imaginary treasure.
As I assessed the yard in daylight, I realized life’s treasures aren’t always what we seek but the connections we forge along the way.
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