I watched a lot of NFL draft coverage this weekend, especially on Saturday. As a person who knows very little about college football, I admit to relying heavily on the ESPN team for my information. I thought the Saturday group had a weak outing; Berman and Mortenson weren’t their usual good selves, Young wouldn’t shut up and I stopped listening to Keyshawn when he suggested that Chad Johnson wasn’t making enough money. Who’s that leave?, the self-proclaimed guru of the NFL Draft, Mel Kiper, Jr. So it got me to thinking, “Who the hell is Mel anyways?”.
Kiper is president of Draft Publications Inc., which he founded in 1981 while in Essex Community College. It is responsible for all aspects of two annual publications: NFL Draft Report and Draft Preview. ESPN Media Zone indicates that “his continuous, year-long research is aided by an office equipped with satellite dishes allowing him to pick up 20 to 25 college games each week”.
Still don’t have an answer to, “Who the hell is Mel anyways?”. To his credit, its sounds to me that he is not only “self-proclaimed” but “self-invented”, as well. The community college sports geek with no football playing, coaching or administrative experience, at any level, has parlayed his obsession into a thriving business and, even with a face (and hairdo) for radio, a national television contract. He has had his run-ins with NFL GMs, coaches and administrators, and his track record is certainly not perfect, as his Wikipedia entry clearly details http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mel_Kiper. Love him or hate him, however, he saw an untapped business opportunity and ran with it like a 4.27 second 40 yard dash. Anybody who can get rich by watching 20-25 football games a week, has done something right in my book.
I’ll admit that once the Bills picks were announced, I needed to know right away, what did the community college dropout with no football experience think? What was Mel’s grade? Why did they take the cornerback McKelvin, when Mel had someone listed ahead of him at the position?
I am sorry that I wasted your time, because I don’t think I was able to answer that age old question, “Who the hell is Mel anyways?” but I do know after watching the other analysts on ESPN that day, I came away thinking, ”I’ve got football fever and the only prescription is more Mel”. Sad to say, but I needed more Mel than ESPN was willing to give me on Saturday.










