How about Drew Lavendar, end to end, throws one up over J-Dub at the buzzer.
This. J-Dub.
But I
him.
He sat next to me in nat. disasters on 1st day. i had to tell him everything - what old man clark was saying, how to fill out scantron etc. i loved that he actually jumped when he shot his first career free throw. i loved his attitude. i loved that he ghetto limped across campus head to toe in black. I loved that he decided to become a deadeye marksman from the elbow for the last three games of his career (including uk in AFH).
But I had a love/hate relationship with the time that he tripped over his own feet fell on an okie st. player and picked up a charge. Also, love/hate the time he took out his corn rows and was blinded by his own fro every other step down the floor.
But mostly I love him. He embodied the Wooly era for me.