J.J. Redick

If Duke basketball had a Mount Rushmore, J.J. Redick's face would be up there, probably squinting at a hoop. Remember the guy? Could shoot the lights out from a different zip code. Fans either worship his three-point records or still wake up in cold sweats remembering every buzzer beater he sank. It's like choosing between pizza toppings; everyone's got a strong opinion, and somehow, J.J.'s always in the mix. Debating his place among Duke's greatest? That's half the fun—like arguing if pineapple belongs on pizza. Spoiler: it does for some, and for others, it's a hard pass.