You could do a lot worse than Andris Biedrins at the five. For a time, anyway, before he became a mental wreck and literally forgot how to pick up a ball and toss it in the general direction of the rim.
Josh Smith was damn good, all things considered, but so frequently and heavily lamented that he became more closely associated with his poor decisions than his broad range of talents.
Averaged out over a fifteen-year period, the contributions of Karl Malone and John Stockton were greater than anyone else's, but at no point during that time were they good enough to beat everyone.
While Cole Anthony certainly lost status compared to how he was viewed entering his freshman year, his season was by no means a disaster.
Jermaine O'Neal's career, viewed in hindsight, takes on the shape of a slasher film. He got the rawest cosmic deal of his generation. He sat in Portland, flourished in Indiana, and suffered through an aborted phantom season that could have seen him realize new heights. Then he started to get hurt all the time.