Together with Gellert and sophomore point guard Elliott Prasse-Freeman, Harvey was part of a talented three-guard set that Sullivan employed most of the year. On the strength of this backcourt trio, Harvard more than made up for its deficiencies in size with its speed, passing and defense. Gellert, the Crimson's defensive stopper, led the Ivy League in steals for the second straight year, averaging 2.77 per game. Prasse-Freeman, meanwhile, led the league in assists with 6.3 apg. Both he and Harvey earned All-Ivy honorable mention for their efforts.

What little size Harvard did feature was largely provided by rookie sophomore Brian Sigafoos. At 6-11, Sigafoos was a true center and by midseason, he was a fixture in the starting lineup. It did not take long for him to start contributing-in just his second collegiate start, he chipped in 12 points and 8 rebounds against Hartford.

But ultimately, Harvard's fate was most tied to Clemente. More often that not, as he went, so went the Crimson. It was no surprise, then, that when the senior forward was just 1-of-7 from the three-point line before fouling out against Yale on Jan. 13, Harvard suffered its first league loss. Likewise, when Clemente bounced back with 26 points on the very next night against Brown, Harvard sprinted to an easy 91-69 victory.

A unanimous First Team All-Ivy pick, Clemente finished the year averaging 18.7 ppg, good for second in the league behind Brown's Earl Hunt. He ends his career as Harvard's all-time leader in three-point field goals and ranks fourth on the school's all-time scoring list. He leaves behind no shortage of great moments, none of which will be remembered more fondly than his Herculean effort against the Quakers.

Clemente scored 18 of the Crimson's last 25 points in the first half, building an astonishing lead that the Quakers would never overcome. The win snapped Penn's 25-game conference winning streak and boosted Harvard's league record to 5-2. The momentum certainly carried over into the next night's epic battle with Princeton, as Harvard took a 31-30 edge after the opening half.

Harvard's lead reached double-digits in the second half, and the Crimson was poised to pull off another jarring win. When sophomore guard Brady Merchant connected on a trey with nine minutes left to expand the Crimson's lead to 11, Harvard appeared very much to be a team of destiny.

But the game's end did not come soon enough for the Crimson. Just when Harvard was set to put itself the driver's seat in the Ivy League race, Wente hit his shot, Princeton prevailed and in a flash, the Crimson was never the same.

Perhaps it was cruel, poetic justice that a team that so made its living on last-second heroics would die by it as well.