BYU’s Jimmer Fredette is overrated.
BYU plays in the Mountain West against a bunch of forgettable, nameless, talentless jokes (yes, I harshly went that far).
Jimmer Fredette is like the poor man’s Adam Morrison. He plays against a bunch of otters, has an offensive game that shines against the aforementioned talentless jokes and a mediocre defense that is well hidden behind BYU’s offensive facade.
I had Wofford beating BYU in the opening round of the tournament, but the internet darling Fredette lived another day.
I’m sure this kid is a really nice guy, but BYU would be crushed in the Big East.
I am completely turned off by massive hype. You can’t be a great basketball player and not play defense. He is going to find himself on an NBA team’s bench near you. That’s his kismet.
He’s a media-made story. He’s a fad. He goes on a streak for three weeks. He has a catchy name, somebody writes a song, and suddenly he’s amazing. He’s the pet rock, he’s fondue, he’s goldfish in high heels, he’s the cabbage patch kid.
We’re going to look back in twenty years from now and go, “WOW! What were we thinking about the Jimmer?” And it’s amazing more people can’t see it. His game isn’t even close to being well rounded. He’s short and stocky and will be in a league (the NBA) where that means, “Thanks for flying United. Hit the end of the pine!”
His NBA potential is limited, and as a college player, he’s overrated. We hear about how great the Mountain West Conference is, and San Diego State played in front of a home crowd of 35,000 back in the tournament against a team that had to travel 3,000 miles and lost. What a joke.
Overhyped and overrated. Get over it.