Technically, these five gentlemen never started as one--you can thank Luke and Reggie, then Greg and Jeff--but God, they should have. Yes, we cheer for all-conference players the hardest, but we love and cherish awkward motherfuckers forever.

The only thing missing is weakness.

I have to be totally honest: I miss all five of these guys in their own way. Especially Sondy.

I have two favorite Sondy stories. The first is his fifth-degree theft charge. Theft isn't funny, but getting busted for driving over a curb instead of paying parking fees at the dental lot is AWESOME.

The second was at Vito's way back when. Pretty sure it was Vito's. We're walking through there, and on the dance floor, we spot Sondy (not hard to do, he's 6'9"). He looks shitfaced: his eyes are barely open, he's grinning like an idiot, and he's slouched over. As a matter of fact, the only thing that appears to be keeping him, um, upright is a young lady who's enthusiastically grinding her ass against him while he rests his head on top of hers. Here's a diagram to illustrate (WARNING--OPS is not an artist):

My only regret is that I don't know how to animate this.

I fucking miss Sondy.