When Georgetown played Notre Dame at the MCI Center in January of 2005, I was in Florence, Italy. I was listening to Rich Chvotkin over the internet. When Colin Falls hit a double-clutch three pointer to put the Irish up by one with five seconds left, I was resigned to defeat. The Hoyas had just suffered a heart-breaker to Syracuse, and another sour end for the Hoyas seemed certain. For Roy Hibbert, it was just the beginning.

As Rich called the final play, each moment seemed more unlikely than the last. Roy beat everyone down the court? He caught a fired pass? He dunked it before time expired? And disbelief turned into euphoria, as there are few better feelings than beating our catholic rivals.

For many people, the play by Roy was thought to be a flash in the pan, that he would continue to slog along as a 15-20 minute player, serving more as a body than as a player. Little did they know that play would be just a taste of the great player Roy was to become.

I don’t want to say that play is my favorite memory of Roy - there are too many others. His dominance over Aaron Gray in last year’s Big East Tournament final, his play in last year’s Final Four, his game-winning three-pointer over UCONN. It seems like every time he touches the ball now, I expect greatness from him. But, for me, his poise, his pinpoint execution, his greatness, first revealed itself with that dunk. What a way to start!

What is your favorite memory of Roy? Tell us in the comments.