Friday, June 27, 2008

Fuck You Chad Ford

"Either you're slangin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot." - B.I.G.



So, it's been a couple months since I've posted. I've been committed at least a dozen times to try and cope with the Wiz's untimely exit from the playoffs, and after the 13th opinion on my psychiatric health, the state has deemed me healthy(-ish) enough to return to blogging. Well, not really. I just drowned my sorrows in an ocean of HOBs, Patron and Parliaments, from which I'm just surfacing now. Smelling awesome. Luckily I came up for air just in time for the greatest hood fashion show outside of the "ghetto prom" e-mail; the NBA Draft.

I'd imagine one of the hardest things to do as a sports journalist, is to create a mock draft that people can take seriously. Keep in mind I use that phrase sports journalism very loosely, as I'm about to talk about the one and only Chad Ford. I usually go visit the Chad Ford fueled espn.com mock drafts regularly, for nothing more than laughs. Remember, C-Fizzle was the guy who swore up and down that Darko was going to be better than Carmelo. (Does anyone else realize that Kwame and Darko are both on the Grizzlies now? That my friends, is what we in the biz refer to as the perfect storm . . . of awfulness.) Let's take a quick look at Ford's assessment of the Pistons pick after the 2003 draft:

Ford's Take: Darko is really one of a kind. He runs the floor, handles the ball, shoots the NBA 3 and plays with his back to the basket, so you can slot him in at the 3, 4 or 5 positions. OK, a few other guys can do that too; what sets Darko apart is his toughness in the post. You have to love a guy who has the footwork to spin by an opponent but still prefers to lower a shoulder and bang. Fact is, Milicic plays in attack-mode at both ends of the floor. The more you push, the more he pushes back. While he won't be asked to carry the Pistons, he's capable of doing this earlier than you think.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sweet Jesus, do I need to say anything else? I've never seen Darko do anything that remotely resembles:

1) Lowering a shoulder and banging
2) Spinning by an opponent
3) Toughness
4) Running the floor (in his defense, you have to be on the floor to run it.)
5) Playing any numerical position other than 11 or 12

Oh Chad Ford, you should really consider a career in comedy. You probably typed that entire paragraph without even cracking a smile. You're composure and dedication to the art of the punchline is an inspiration to us all. Wait, you were serious about that? That was . . . awkward.

So about a month ago, when mock draft 1.0 was published, I thought nothing of the fact that Ford had the greatest team this side of the Mississippi drafting some dude named Javale McGee. It frustrated me when he continued to project us taking McGee in mock drafts 2.0 - 4.0, and I even thought he was mailing it in since he hadn't changed his analysis of McGee in the first 4 predictions. Then last night happened, and the almighty Chad Ford flexed his prognosticating muscle when Fuhrer Stern stepped up to the podum and announced the Wiz had indeed drafted said Javale McGee.



I'll be honest, I don't know much about Javale McGee, except that the above picture scares me. He's got that Kwame Brown "I don't know what city/state/country I'm in" look about his face. NBADraft.net, which is usually a credible source has compared him to Andrew Bynum/Patrick O'Bryant. Spec-fucking-tacular. So he'll either be hurt for the whole season, or I'll have never heard of him. But since he'll be donning the blue and gold, we'll give him the benefit of the doubt for now. And, as always, the Made 'em Jump brain-trust has found multiple positives out of all of this:

A) He's not Roy Hibbert
B) He's neither Lopez (Robot or Sideshow Bob varieties)
C) He's neither Kwame or Kwameeri Brown
D) He doesn't look like DJ Qualls unlike a certain Sexy Oleksiy character
E) Our draft this year didn't look like this. Or this. And especially not this. That just cost me two weeks of nightmare free sleep.

Javale, Choco-bot city needs a big man, so let's hope you're going to be our guy. And hey, if you're not eating Popeye's 3 times a day, wearing suits once and throwing them out, or bringing your own french dressing to four star restaurants, you're already doing better than the Wiz's highest pick of the 21st century. I know the rookie bar is set high in DC, but we're all rooting for you.

In other draft news, the more things change, the more they stay the same. The Knicks continued their long standing tradition of disappointing their pissed off fans by drafting some Italian who's father played with D'Antoni in Italy. The Knicks fan responded in kind by continuing their longstanding tradition of booing and being assholes to anyone that'll listen. Michael Jordan continues to challenge Isiah Thomas as the biggest "player turned retard front office guy" by drafting an undersized point guard he doesn't need. It takes a special talent to undermine Raymond Felton's confidence and guarantee you're team will continue to be the only franchise to never make the playoffs all in one draft night move. Michael Jordan, I applaud you. And last but not least, Pat Riley sobered up and took Michael Beasley instead of OJ Mayo.

Since it's been so long, here's a couple other sports related tidbits from the last couple of months:
Yours in blood,
Agent Hiro

Monday, June 23, 2008

While We Were Sleeping...

Well, I'm going to take my turn at trying to resusitate this slowly dying blog. Well, "dying" may be a little too extreme -- let's just say it's on it's way back to Poochy's home planet. In all seriousness, I would say that the four of us have been busy trying to absorb what's been a great sports month before the duldrums of July, when the only thing on TV is Major League Baseball and reruns of Magnum PI. So let's recap some important things that have happened in the past week ish.


1) Some guy named Tiger Woods won the U.S. Open. Oh yea, he did it with a broken leg. I can't speak for the other three Made Em Jump Contributors, but I was pulling for Rocco Mediate, who forced Tiger to go 91 holes before claiming his third Open title. For me Rocco vs. Tiger would be like this Web site trying to compete with the D.C. Sports Bog or The Junkies when it comes to covering D.C. sports. Basically, there was no chance in hell. They have talent, we don't. They have thousands of adoring fans, we don't. And while they're getting legitimate access at events like Wizards games, we are in the 400 level, trying to look for people who left behind their Buck and Phil bobbleheads. That being said, Rocco gave a gutty effort. In fact, his performance propelled him to number three on our favorite golfers list behind Boo Weekley and John Daly. That's not a joke. It's funny, but not a joke.


2) It's the semi-finals of Euro 08 and there haven't been any major riots ... yet. All in all, it's been a great tournament. This Wednesday, Germany will take on Turkey in the first semi-final. Then, Thursday, Spain plays Russia. If I was a betting man, which I most certainly am, I would empty out the old 401k and bet it on Germany beating Turkey. The other final is slightly less clear, but I'll take Russia in extra time.


3) It hasn't happened yet, but Saturday the Wiz will get the 18th pick in the NBA draft. I've seen a lot of mock drafts that have the Wiz taking a variety of people from Robin Lopez to Roy Hibbert. Most people seem to have them taking a big man. Personally, I am hoping WVU's Joe Alexander falls to 18, however I doubt we'll be that luck.


4) In response to your emails, we have not seen any more pictures of Topanga making out with other chicks. We'll keep ya posted on that one.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

What? Que? Ce Qui?.....She dates Who?

That settles it....I'm asking for shin guards for my birthday.

The piece of premium "Grade A" British beef to your right is Abby Clancy. She dates English stork, goofball and dynamite dancer (see below) - Peter Crouch.



This post was sponsored by the lovely Chardonnay that I housed at dinner and the convo I had with Agent Beer-o on the hardwood last night (We had just finished hustling "Party John" Ramos and his latest NBDL team).



Ma'ma. Want to touch the heiney.....






The Giant Woman Will Devour Us All!!!



Holy Crap...Man, Britney sure has gotten big...

ZING!

3/4 Boner Jam Steez


Be still my beating heart...
It would be a 100% boner jam if Estelle Getty was there...but apparently suffering from dementia is a legit reason to skip out on public apperances and break my heart...
In other news, Blanche is still silly...


Sunday, June 8, 2008

Breaking News - Germany Invades Poland....AGAIN

UEFA Euro 2008 kicked-off yesterday in Basel, Switzerland. Much of Made 'Em Jump's readership (read: basement dwelling perverts), may not be aware of the Euro footy tourney. Well allow us to shed some light:

Occurs every four years similar to the World Cup
  • Consists entirely of European Nations
Sweet Nicknames: Les Blues, Clockwork Orange and the Faggy Ronaldos

and provides a cornucopia of drunken Euro Babe pics - Fah'kin Sweet Brah!

Not to mention the continental resentment for Germany's past transgressions (WWII, Holocaust, Falco and Haselhoff) comes bubbling to the surface. The Dutch hate the Germans, the Polish hate the Germans, the French hate the Germans and the Italians can't be bothered with anything but Young jerseys and massive amounts of gel in their collective hair.

The World Wide Leader is broadcasting games in high definition on ESPN2 and ESPN Classic for the duration of the tournament. If you are at all interested in soccer, but don't know too much about the game...use this feast of footy to pop your viewing cherry. You won't be disappointed.