Pete Fiutak thinks Chris Berman stinks I thought this was funny in his recent column. http://cfn.scout.com/2/966018.html Chris Berman should never be permitted to interview anyone, or even ask a question, ever again. Forget about talking to sports personalities; Berman shouldnâ€™t be allowed to ask about the daily special, he shouldnâ€™t be able to inquire what time the movie starts, and he shouldnâ€™t even be able to ask if you want fries with that. The guy cannot get out a coherent question. Just like Robin Williams talks really, really fast to hide the painful truth that heâ€™s not funny, and like the NBA tries to bombard the senses at every possible moment to keep fans from noticing the mind-numbing boredom of the product, Berman tries to distract from his lack of football knowledge by screaming, using the same tired 1970â€™s music references, and/or breaking into one of his indistinguishable NFL voices that donâ€™t really have any frame of reference. To be fair, Berman has a ton of stuff thrown at him all at once when the bullets of the draft start flying, but Trey Wingo didnâ€™t have any problems when he got to be the emcee, and Mike Tirico wouldnâ€™t have rumbled, stumbled and bumbled the job if he was the one directing traffic. At this point, Bermanâ€™s biggest problem is that he canâ€™t handle the workload of an ace anymore, and he needs to be used like Carlos Zambrano and moved to deal with the eighth inning. Berman, because he isnâ€™t a commentator and he has to do the heavy lifting, hasnâ€™t made the transition into a cute legend like Dick Vitale has. Instead, the act has made the run from worn out to distracting to incompetent. Vitale might have lost something off the fastball, but itâ€™s almost forgivable because you know the promotional agenda and you know that, for all his faults, he simply loves college basketball. With Berman, there isnâ€™t a sense that he cares enough because he doesnâ€™t appear to do enough homework. Case in point â€¦ ... Fresno State RB Ryan Mathews was a huge pick for San Diego at the 12 considering head coach Norv Turner has already said his new back will be getting around 300 touches this year. It was a key moment in the first round, and Bermanâ€™s schtick ended up getting in the way. Instead of playing it straight and diving into the importance of the pick to a team that got the right guy at the right time, Berman, who also goes by his â€œJersey Shoreâ€ nickname, The Caricature, decided to go all Bermany and yelled, â€œAnd there goes Big Mathews.â€ Since Mathews is a bigger back than the other top running back prospects, Clemsonâ€™s C.J. Spiller and Calâ€™s Jahvid Best, it did make sense to refer to his size, but it was hard to tell exactly what Berman said. In the haste, Tom Jackson and Mel Kiper, who obviously thought Berman said the wrong first name, quickly tried to pick up the slack by saying that San Diego had drafted RYAN Mathews, but at that point the moment had passed. And then came the mother of all Berman biffs. Again slipping into character, instead of letting the excitement create the moment, Berman started screaming when Dallas suddenly and dramatically traded up to get Dez Bryant, the immensely talented, somewhat troubled wide receiver out of Oklahoma State. Trying to come up with a One Small Step For Do You Believe In Miracles line, Berman bellowed out, â€œJerry Jones â€¦ Oklahoma State â€¦ Dez Bryant â€¦ Okla â€¦ errr â€¦uhhh,â€ pausing as someone had to be screaming into his earpiece, â€œJONES WENT TO ARKANSAS!â€ The line shouldâ€™ve connected the Cowboys of Oklahoma State to the Cowboys of Dallas, but in the heat of the moment, the star of the show wilted yet again.