NEW YORK—You are an introverted 24-year-old American former tennis prodigy with a moving backstory that includes mental health struggles and a hiatus to treat them. You are ranked No. 8, and have been to exactly one Grand Slam final. You were overwhelmed in it, losing 6-0, 6-0. The loss was mitigated by your grace and dignity in a runner-up speech that endeared you countless fans.
On Wednesday in Flushing Meadows, you will stroll out into the maw of Arthur Ashe Stadium, where some 23,000-plus spectators will be waiting, to play a singles quarterfinal.
OR: You are an excitable, inquisitive 24-year-old Grand Slam champion six times over, from the tennis hinterland of Poland. You are ranked No. 2, but have already enjoyed a lengthy sojourn at the very top. Your most remarkable win occurred less than two months ago in the Wimbledon final, where you mercilessly ended a heart-rending comeback saga without surrendering a single game.
On Wednesday, you will stroll out into the cauldron of Ashe, where some of the most jingoistic fans in tennis will waiting, to play a singles quarterfinal.
Dear reader, I ask you: who would you rather be in this scenario, Amanda Anisimova or Iga Swiatek?