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Well, last night the Pistons welcomed the Jazz to the Palace and Deron Williams and friends promptly ran the Pistons out of the gym. Although the Stones hung tough for the first quarter it was pretty apparent that we just don’t have the horses to keep up with the high scoring Jazz. Even an offensive output like 104 points just wasn’t going to be enough, still falling by double digits.
The big story on the night though was the return of Mehmet Okur to the palace. I know, I know. Its been six years since Mehmet was rocking the Pistons’ red and blue jersey, but still, how awesome is Mehmet?! My love affair with the 7 foot Turk runs back to my freshman year at Michigan, where it was either my boy Bingle or Motay that pointed out A) How drunk Mehmet looks during every game he plays and B) how he looks exactly like the blackout guy you see at every house party who just sits in the corner with a little throw up on his shirt, ready to fight anyone laughing at him.
I mean, seriously, Mehmet had no interest in either of these sluts. You know he posed for the picture and then immediately slammed 12 more of whatever he was drinking in that glass, suited up for the Jazz and immediately started draining 3's. Anyways, our love affair with Mehmet Okur gave way to the term “Getting Mehmeted,” (pronounced getting meh-MODE). Feel free to use it next time you’re at Rick’s slamming shark bowls.
MarcUM
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