This commerical for Turkey's Dimes Fruit Juice
truly redefines the word "korkunç." Forget Russell versus Chamberlain or Magic versus Bird; this is Mehmet Okur versus Mehmet Okur. I hate to ruin the surprise for you, but Mehmet Okur wins.
Of course, the real
winner is anybody who drinks Dimes. Seriously, I think Memo had a drinkgasm at the end of this clip. Have you ever
in your entire life
seen a look of such totally refreshed satisfaction on a human face? If you said yes, you're lying.
I always thought that the Pistons gave up on Okur too soon, and the way he's played for Utah has pretty much confirmed that. Not only has he given the Jazz a solid 18 and 8 over the last couple years, he's also provided some clutch heroics. Case in point: The following game winning shot against the Bulls:
Mehmet also hit a game-winner against the Spurs. Listen to those Turkish broadcasters go absolutely crazy
. I think Memo must be a Turkish Elvis or something. Or maybe Elvis was really just an American Memo.
And let's not forget when Memo blocked Rip Hamilton's last second shot to secure a win for Utah. He even plays defense. Who knew?
Speaking of blocks, I think we need to give Mehmet a new nickname: "The Duncan Stopper." Okay, maybe not.
Labels: Chicago Bulls, clutch, Detroit Pistons, fruit juice, Mehmet Okur, Rip Hamilton, Tim Duncan, Utah Jazz