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