Wrapping up "Making fun of men from Seattle" Morning: Steve Ballmer used to be hardcore. When he ran out on stage, no one knew what crazy shit would happen — would he dance? Would he lose his voice? Would he bite the head off a live dove?

Now Ballmer can only tell stories ("Mind you, that was before grandpappy's knees got bad") and give a weak little chant.

That reverb is the haunting echo of a wild youth lost.

After the jump, memories of "Developers, developers, developers" past.

You didn't see this five years ago?

Steve Ballmer: Advertisers, Advertisers, Advertisers [nalts on YouTube]
Ballmers developers [tell on YouTube]