I don't remember anything else about the game -- I couldn't tell you who was playing for Mich at the time, though I assume it was leftover less Fab Fivers -- but what I do remember is this: Chris Kingsbury received a pass at half court, took two very small dribbles, and then pulled up from, no joke, at least 28 feet. He was actually standing on one of the logos that courts have in the area between the three point line and half court.
The act itself seemed so ridiculously audacious that I remember thinking -- wait, is time running out? Is the game about to end? Is he involved in some sort of halftime shootout to win a Pontiac Grand Prix? -- but no, he wasn't. In fact, he probably could've taken at least one to two more dribbles and shot the ball unguarded from 21 feet. But that, friends, is what made Chris Kingsbury Chris Kingsbury. He was so damn confident that he could hit a 28 foot three that he didn't feel he needed an excuse. That takes a Big Gulp of ego, and hubris, and cajones, as well as more than a few shakes of insanity.