MEL KIPER JR. DRAFTS YOUR FAMILY
Mel Kiper Jr., longtime draft expert and ESPN commentator, believes your family provides very little in the way of serious, reliable draft talent.
“I’ve seen ‘em deep, and I’ve seen ‘em come shallow. But your family is among the worst I’ve seen,” said Kiper today in a video conference with you at 9:15 a.m. “It’s just not there, talent-wise. No skill players. No one with team spirit.”
Kiper gave the bigger picks a lookover. His expert breakdown follows.
Mom:

Mel’s Take: Lacks mobility–has lived in same place for thirty years, and “likes it just fine, thank you,” despite the fact that she’s forever falling down the stairs, complaining about the shitty local grocery stores, and the “shhhh…the Mexicans who keep moving in just down the street!” Not a team player, as she hands off the grandkids the instant they start crying and totally didn’t chip in for your college education. Her forty time is dismal.
Dad.

Mel’s Take: Serious character issues have many talking about this former first round pick not even getting drafted on the first day. That’s his Russian mistress in the photo. Takes plays off, sometimes whole seasons, as evidenced by the time he threw you into the pool to teach you how to swim and then walked away for a margarita. Aggressive blocker, however, as evidenced by his fierce defense during divorce proceedings and fights with Russian mistress. Elusive, as demonstrated by his emotional unavailability and ability to hide money in accounts on the island nation of Nauru. A risk with strong defensive upside.
Asshole Hipster Brother.

Mel’s Take: An offensive talent, having scoffed openly at your nice but clueless aunt’s Christmas sweater and refusing to take off his sunglasses at the dinner table. Speed is an issue, as he’s slow to get up in the mornings, and tends to waffle on options (he’s on his third incomplete master’s degree.) Weak in the upper body, which attracts a slew of underfed 22 year old girls with irregular haircuts and wide white belts. May be a risk for a smaller market team, since he’s forever talking about “moving to somewhere with a real scene, man.” Conditioning is an issue, unless we’re talking about his hair, which is ruthlessly maintained.
Uncle Fred.

Mel’s Take: Lacks size. This may be due to his diet of gin, ritz crackers, and beef stick, but don’t tell him that–trainers despair over his lack of commitment to any routine but his own. Unflappable against the blitz mostly because he can’t see it coming thanks to cataracts. Surprisingly durable: has survived two forms of cancer, pleurisy, syphilis, and syphilis. Did we mention syphilis? Because he will, usually in conjunction with stories you’d rather not hear about his time in Korea during the war. “Ever wonder how an old man gets such a bad back heh heh heh heh?” We don’t, Uncle Fred, because you’ve told us a thousand times how it happens: by banging Korean hookers ’til their wigs fall off. Lower body strength is very, very suspect, according to scouts.
Your Sister the Burnout.

Mel’s Take” Strong start to career petered out in her senior year, as she immediately got pregnant by your future brother-in-law. On-the-field smarts are unparalleled; off-field problems continue to plague her, most notably your brother-in-law and his “home car stereo installation” business. Former honors student, NHS member, and prodigal burnout who now just talks about BABIES BABIES BABIES, overprofesses her admiration for the work of Usher, and says “di-uhnt” even though she knows she shouldn’t. Has read The Secret, and wants you to, too. Surprisingly quick in the shuttle run, though her post-partem depression has slowed her recuperation somewhat.
Your Brother-in-law, Dedrick.

Mel’s Take. An “athletic” qb with speed. Height may be a concern, as is his age; he’s somewhere between 22 and 45, though he’s not helping you nail down any exact numbers. Numerous possession charges have some scouts nervous, and they won’t receive much comfort from Dedrick’s insistence that he’s gotta “stay high-igh-igh-igh,” which he sings only every five minutes for no reason when you’re talking with him while nodding his head.
Shows leadership initiative by owning own home car stereo installation business, which necessitates him spending long hours hanging out in driveways with his friends looking at woofers. Mysteriously well-conditioned for someone who smokes marijuana, drinks a case of Miller Lite in two days, and appears to engage in very little physical activity. All things considered, quite possibly the coolest member of your family. A likely pick of the Cincinnati Bengals in the third round.












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All of the jokes about Russians are taken, but maybe the dad can ‘hook me up’ with one of those Russian mistresses.
My oldest brother used to visit my house all the time to use my PC so that he could visit all of the Russian bride sites. They were not only drop dead gorgeous, but many of them were (wink wink) attorneys, physicians, and engineers.
Comment by dsxh07 — May 1, 2007 @ 4:24 am
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Marshall F’ing Zhukov.
Comment by MCab — April 30, 2007 @ 8:06 pm
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with the 9th selection, the miami dolphins select Mikhail Baryshnikov
Comment by Jmuthaf'nT — April 30, 2007 @ 10:43 am
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Make mine Yevgeni Samiatin. His obscure dystopia “We” makes me wonder if Orwell knew what plagiarism was. Plus, an absolute fucking psycho coming off the corrner.
Comment by Big Willy Style — April 30, 2007 @ 7:24 am
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I hear that Molotov could whip up some mean cocktails.
Comment by oc phil — April 30, 2007 @ 2:24 am
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if i am still due my compensatory selection for non-literature russians, i’ll have to take General Mikhail Kalashnikov. hard to beat in terms of an impact player.
Comment by kleph — April 29, 2007 @ 5:33 pm
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if we’re sticking to literature, i’ve got solzhenitsyn, the walter payton of russian literature. one went from jackson state to the rushing record, the other from the gulag to the nobel prize.
outside literature i’ve got yakov pavlov, the machine gun sargent who held position with his unit in a house in stalingrad for two months under constant german attack inflicting massive casualties until finally relieved by advancing soviet lines.
Comment by the r.o.b. — April 28, 2007 @ 12:00 pm
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I’m going with Alexander III. We are talking MEASUREMENTS:
1) Tied a silver spoon into a knot.
2) Lifted an entire collapsing roof on a train car.
I’ve got my slavic pass rusher.
Comment by MCab — April 28, 2007 @ 11:36 am
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With the final pick in the 1st Round, the Michigan State community drafts animated Spartan and gay icon Gerard Butler. His beard is included in this pick.
Comment by spartymike — April 28, 2007 @ 12:31 am
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Grr, kleph. I wanted Pushkin. Great value at 19. Since I’m at the bottom of the order, if we have to stick with Russians, I guess I have to go with Gogol. I don’t know anything about him, but he was an all-Sorochyntsi Cossack, so you take what you can get.
If we can go beyond novelists into Russians at large, no way am I passing up Grigori Perelman, obscure safecracker of the Poincare Conjecture. Perelman won the Fields Medal and turned that shit down because he said the committee wasn’t even qualified to say his proof is right:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grigori_Perelman
He lives with his mom.
Comment by smq — April 27, 2007 @ 8:03 pm