‘Get to da choppa!’ – Preditor for Hire, Apply Within


We are looking to add a talented producer/editor/shooter to a tight-knit and forward-thinking sports media operation.

Do you have a good sense of what makes a compelling story angle?

Do you fancy a next-level approach to the way you consume content?

Are you nodding your head right now, and casually praising the impact of a well-placed rhetorical question?

And, oh by the way, do you like sports? A lot?

An affirmative response to these inquiries means that we want you, and thusly, that you want us!

Everyone and their mother has some semblance of a podcast or video series. So just go ahead and think of a few of those, recall what you’ve heard, the style, the messaging, the “hot takes,” … and then g’head flush it all right down the ol’ pipes. This project will be unique and distinctive, with unseen clarity and substance, while relying heavily on the personalities and tool-kits of all those involved.

We are doing things differently, and this is an exciting opportunity to get in on the ground floor of a project that aims to redefine what sportscasting means in 2016 and beyond.


> The ideal candidate will be active during weekly productions shoots, and will take ownership of all technical details of the operation
> Said candidate will be tasked with reviewing the recorded material, and generating a compelling final product that “ticks all the boxes” and represents the company’s vision and business model
> Once chosen, the employee will be expected to be responsive remotely, and consistently contribute ideas and pitches for ongoing episodes and iterations
> This is a passion project: bring your heart and soul, come ready to dive in deep, and expect to win


> Must be proficient in non-linear shooting and editing
> Owning both camera and editing software/equipment a must (e.g. Avid Media Composer, Lightworks, Premiere, After Effects, Final Cut)
> Engaged familiarity with the sports news cycle
> Heavy emphasis on post-production including graphics, music, photos, sound effects
> Must be able to demonstrate a proven track-record of video editing ability via a strong portfolio
> Thorough knowledge of timing, motivation, continuity
> Familiarity with special effects, 3D and compositing
> Must possess a creative mind easily expressed through storytelling
> Proven familiarity with SEO and social media best practices
> BS degree in Journalism or related field
> Proven working experience as an editor
> Should have full grasp of “And boom goes the dynamite!” broadcasting meme
> If you read that, laughed, and are still perusing, your odds on securing employment have risen exponentially
> An eye for detail along with critical thinking
> Prioritizing and multitasking

If the above opportunity speaks to you on a metaphysical level, and you’re interested in learning more about our project and company, please contact either Jay or Jason, and include the words “Sports Video Podcast” in the subject line.

Thank you.

> jberman1@gmail.com
> jskurtz07@msn.com


Lakers and Celtics: Both Down 0-2, Is LA in Better Shape Than Boston?

The LA Lakers, and the Boston Celtics.

Two of the most feared franchises in all of NBA History.

Together they’ve combined to win 34 total titles, and the last three in a row.  However, they’ve also combined to open up their current respective Conference Semifinal series’ with four straight losses.

So, each down 0-2, and each 2 losses from elimination, the question is:  Who’s in bigger trouble?  The Lake Show?  Or the Boys of Beantown?

The Celtics and Lakers:  Both Down 0-2

The Celtics and Lakers: Both Down 0-2

Well, to truly reach a verdict, let’s turn the Basketball Court, into a Court of Law.  (With all due respect to Corbin Bernsen and William Shatner, this is the real L.A. Law and Boston Legal).

Please read the full blog in it’s original form on Bleacher Report…


Chicago Bulls: Season Awards Bring Back Memories of Michael Jordan, Phil Jackson

Did time freeze for about 15 years?

Did we fall back into the future, only to regain consciousness in the spring of 1996?

In a return to the days of His Airness, the winds of change are once again blowing in Chicago, where a certain Zen-like feeling has returned to the Second City.  With Derrick Rose having blossomed into the league’s youngest-ever MVP (22 years old) and Tom Thibodeau serving as a thorn in the side of all other NBA coaches, one wonders:  Are the Bulls back?

Derrick Rose and 'Da Bulls Are Back

Derrick Rose and 'Da Bulls Are Back

Now, clearly these Bulls are far from those Bulls.  And one MVP trophy plus one Coach of the Year Award does not equal six rings.  But while Rose, Thibodeau, and Company have a lot of running still to do, they are out of the gate in a nice direction.

Please read the full blog in it’s original form on Bleacher Report…


Heat vs. Celtics: Why Cleveland Hates LeBron, but Minnesota Loves KG (Kind Of?)

As the Miami Heat and Boston Celtics jump center on their Eastern Conference semifinal series, the subplots and storylines fly like a high-arcing, Ray Allen 3-pointer.  And amongst the shots being launched, a comparison of the two “Big Three”‘s.

The Big Three, Times Two

The Big Three, Times Two

During the summer of 2007, Boston imported Allen, and Kevin Garnett, to join resident incumbent Paul Pierce, in a series of signings that would ultimately see the Celts go green, en route to the franchise’s 17th title.

Three years later, Miami made it’s own moves, adding LeBron James and Chris Bosh to join Dwyane Wade, in hopes of heating up South Beach with another Championship run.

On the surface, this all seems similar.  Why then, did the Celtics become such a neat and clean feel-good story, while the Heat felt so dirty?  Perhaps it comes down to “The Decision,” and “The Exultation.”

Please read the full blog in it’s original form on Bleacher Report…


Jimmer Fredette, and Why I Ain’t Buyin’ It

As I patiently await the tip of tonight’s Sweet 16 tilt between BYU and Florida, I again find myself being force-fed an overflowing cup of “The Jimmer Kool-Aid.”  And I’ll say this:  I ain’t drinking.

Jimmer Fredette

Jimmer Fredette

First, let me be very clear.  I’m referring exclusively to his transition to the NBA, and how his game translates at the next level.  Obviously, the guy’s an elite college player.  There’s no reason to debate that.

But I have serious concerns about Fredette’s ability to become a stand out NBA player.  Of course, this is all purely speculation -isn’t that what blogging basically boils down to?  If I could actually predict the future, I wouldn’t be flapping my gums about college roundball. 

Cougar Time

Cougar Time

In college, Jimmer emphatically proved he can fill it up.  He bangs from deep, and he’s in range the moment he laces ’em up.  Sure, that aspect of his game – his shooting touch – won’t change at the next level.  But the NBA is where one-dimensional players go to die.

“But Jimmer’s not one dimensional!  He can take it to the hole, man!” 

That’s what you’re saying, yes?  And you’re right.  At BYU, Fredette’s been a full service scorer.  He attacks the rack, displays tremendous body control, can finish with either hand, and cashes in at the charity stripe.  But I just do not see him having that type of success – off the dribble – in the NBA. 

He’s 6’1″, and he isn’t all that athletic.  At his size, there’s only one spot on the floor for him:  point guard.  And he doesn’t have NBA point guard quickness, or handle. 

To be 6’1″, and really fill it up against the best players in the world, you have to have Chris Paul-type game.  Jimmer does not.  He also doesn’t have Steve Nash-type game, because he’s not a natural distributor.  And he doesn’t have J.J. Reddick-type game (to refer to a similar college-level scorer), as he’s several inches smaller, and doesn’t “D” up. (ed. note:  Reddick also wasn’t much of a defensive force coming out of Duke.  To his credit, he’s worked really hard on that aspect of his game.  But it’s taken him several seasons, and still, he’s only a mid-level, supporting cast member.)  Now, there’s no reason to say Jimmer won’t improve his defense, but I don’t care how tireless your work ethic is, you generally can’t practice becoming taller.

The fact of the matter is, the players are bigger, better, and stronger in “The League,” and I just do not envision Fredette putting it on the floor, and driving the lane against the Northwest, the way he’s done it against the Mountain West.  Sure, the MWC is a fine conference.  But it ain’t the ACC or the Big East.  And it sure as heck ain’t the Southeast.  There are no Dwight Howard’s at San Diego State.  There are no Blake Griffin’s at Utah.  And there are no Amar’e Stoudemire’s at TCU.

"D"in' Up Jimmer

"D"in' Up Jimmer

My point being, he’s not quick enough to carve up NBA backcourts, nor is he strong enough to body his way to the rim against the league’s formidable front lines.  As such, he’ll be reduced to merely a “shooter,” not a “scorer,” and good defenses will supplant themselves in his shorts, refusing to give him open looks. 

Sure, he may hit his fair share of contested jumpers.  And there’s no reason to think he can’t exist in the NBA.  But he’ll be a role player, and it will take just the right fit for him to truly excel. 

Curtain Closes on "The Jimmer Show"

"The Jimmer Show," Curtain Closing

Bottom line?  The curtain comes down on The Jimmer Show, the moment his Cougar career comes to a close.

The Fab 5 – How Cool Were They!

As I watch the promo.’s and commercials for ESPN’s upcoming “Fab 5” documentary, I’m remembering just how cool this all really was.  And the bulk of the fascination has to do with the timing.

Fab 5

I was at the height of my sports infatuation – 7th/8th grade – when this remarkable group burst upon the scene.  At 13, I was just getting to the point where I was old enough to truly understand and consume sports, yet I was still young enough that nothing had been spoiled for me.  I was blissfully ignorant, and was enjoying seeing the sports world through Jalen Rose-colored glasses.

This was long before politics, scandals, and off-the-court/field incidents took college athletics from the Sports Page, to the Front Page. Coaches were still good guys, the players were the cool kids, and the teams still existed as tight-knit units.  And nowhere on the sports map was this more clearly seen than in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

Baggy Shorts, Black Socks

Baggy Shorts, Black Socks

Complete with baggy (alright, obscenely baggy) yellow shorts, and black athletic socks, they brought something to the table we’d never seen, the likes of which we’ll probably never see again.  This is what I meant when I talked about timing.

You see, part of the magic and mystique surrounding the Fab 5 was how they seemingly just arrived.  Nowadays, in an internet world that hangs accolades on pre-pubescent ballers long before their 12th birthdays, their is no element of surprise.  Sure, true hoops aficionados probably had a young Chris Webber on their radars.   But without the spotlight of the 24-hour News Cycle, most of us were in the dark.  And when these kids (remember, they were all about 18 years old) showed up at Michigan in 1991, the prevailing question was “Who are these guys?”.

Who Are These Guys?

Who Are These Guys?

The answer, simply:  They are the Fab 5.  Five freshman studs sent to dominate the world of college basketball.  Remember, this was long before “1-and-done” was the traditional motto and mantra of incoming recruits. These were still the days when upper-classmen ruled the game, when senior leadership and experience were the keys to a season’s success.  Instead, Head Coach Steve Fisher tossed his keys to five 1st-year players, trusting they’d motor Michigan all the way to the promised land.  And they almost did…twice.

Michigan’s Fab 5 reached the NCAA Title game two years in a row, in 1992 and 1993, before Chris Webber broke up the band and headed to NBA after his sophomore season. Jalen Rose and Juwan Howard left a year later, while Jimmy King and Ray Jackson stayed the full four.

And though the group that amounted to arguably the most tremendous recruiting class of all-time never took the title, they did take the nation by storm, leaving a footprint that could only have been made through the help of their trademark dark socks.

To a 13-year-old kid, loving hoops and sports in their earliest, purest forms, the Fab 5 were nothing but cool.  They had cool names, like Jalen and Juwan, King and Jackson. They wore cool numbers, like 4 and 5, and sported cool, matching sneakers.  Never before had the color yellow looked so cool as it did when these 5 freshman took the court together.

The Fab 5 of Michigan Hoop

The Fab 5 of Michigan Hoop

And, oh, by the way, they had game.  Serious game.  This wasn’t a case of style without substance. There was enough substance to fill three recruiting classes, let along just this one.  Four of the players went on to the NBA.  Webber was a bona fide star during his heyday, Howard is still playing, and Rose is a recognizable national analyst.

And as ESPN readies to airs it’s most recent 30 for 30, nearly 20 years after their last game together, one wonders how the Fab 5 are remembered today?

Well, I guess that depends upon who you ask.

Many will remember Webber’s infamous time-out call which sealed North Carolina’s Championship in 1993 (and sealed my victory in the infamous Moore Business Forms office pool).

No Timeouts Remaining

No Timeouts Remaining

Others are quick to refer to the scandal the players left in their wake, resulting in forfeited victories, and a tarnished image.

But when it comes to changing the game, leaving a mark, making a statement, and doing it all with flash and flair, the Fab 5 were like none other.

Meeting the Mets

So, I took Erin to see St. Louis play at the New York Mets Monday night.  Erin and Jason at Citi Field

Well, actually, based on her W2 vs. mine, I guess technically, she took me.

But seeing my beloved Cardinals play in person was a prerequisite to our moving to Manhattan, so the moment the Redbirds nested in town, we hopped the 7 Train (how NYC does that sound!) and headed for Queens.

And as for Citi Field, the brand spanking new home of the Mets? Yep. It’s the real deal. A truly tremendous facility, at least as far as these senses are concerned.  Stocked to the sky with all the state-of-the-art amenities, it is somehow still intimate enough for even fans of the visitors, to feel at home.  Certainly, the concession prices are outrageous, but that’s to be expected.  And as my friend Lance – a Met fan from my building – says:

“You think ‘dats bad.  Wait’ll you go to the new Yankee Stadium.  Fuhgetaboutit!”

And only in Flushing, NY can you see as many yamulkes covering keppies as ballcaps. It’s somehow a seemless symmetry between synagogue and a spicy sausages sandwich, a place where Manischewitz mingles marvelously with Miller Lite.  And speaking of game-day garb, at exactly what age should you be required to leave your glove, at home?  Only a few rows to our left sat a man in his 30’s, dressed from head-to-toe, in full Met regalia, and wearing his mitt.  Bro, you didn’t catch anything in Little League, you’re not catching anything tonight.

Courtesy of StubHub, the New York Stock Exchange of game tickets, we found ourselves a very comfy, pro-Cards section along the left-field line.  Blending in amongst the rest of the red, so pleasant was the atmosphere that it wasn’t until about the 3rd inning that I realized the Redbirds only had 2 hits, as New York starter Tim Redding was easily out-dueling Cardinal hurler Todd Wellemeyer.  But things soon turned, as Ryan Ludwick’s 6th inning homer to left, had Erin and I high-fiving and fist-bumping our fellow crimson-clad compadres, and the Birds were back in the ballgame.  Even a few sprinkle spots failed to dampen the spirits, though Erin did duck out momentarily to head for cover, washing away our shot to make the Kiss-Cam.

But that’s just Ernest bein’ Ernest.  She is what she is, does what she does, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna question her.  I learned that years ago.  When she has thoughts, she share’s ’em.  And when she has inquiries, she makes ’em.  Like in the 5th inning, when the beer man came by slingin’ Heineken’s and Beck’s, leading to this exchange:

Mrs. Kurtz: “How is Beck’s?  I’ve never had one.  I generally stay in the Pale Ale family.”

Professor Pour:  “I don’t know ma’am, but I can tell you the beer is exceptionally cold tonight”.

And there ya have it.

As for other chilled entities, Brendan Ryan’s frozen rope over the wall to lead-off the 8th left my hands red and sore, and nothin’ ever felt so good.  St. Louis had pulled within a run, and 3 batters later Albert Pujols stepped to the dish with a man on, leaving the Cards within a swing of their first lead on the night.  But alas, even The Machine breaks down on occasion, as Fat Albert grounded into a lightweight, 1-6-3, inning-ending double play.

The Mets pushed across an insurance run in their half of the 8th, and St. Louis would never threaten again, as K-Rod came in to work a textbook 1-2-3 9th.  

And so it goes.  6-4, the final.

GetAttachment.aspxGetAttachment.aspx But it will take much more than a 2-run loss to ruffle this Cardinal fans feathers.  Yes, the Mets were the Kings of Queens in this one.  But just being at the ballpark, is a crowning moment all its own.