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Bust out the “Hope” signs. Dust off those ironic posters you used to bring with you to the TD Garden. Heck, gas up the duck boats while you’re at it.
Brian Scalabrine is coming back to Boston… sort of.
Fans hoping to see basketball’s version of the red-headed stepchild once again jogging eagerly up and down the court in a green jersey for 13 minutes or so every night are in for some disappointment. According to multiple sources, Scal’s retiring and joining the CSN broadcast team.
The decision makes complete sense for Scalabrine. As a player, Scalabrine’s playing time dropped over eight minutes per game when he left Boston for Chicago. Scalabrine’s numbers dropped below one basket, rebound and assist per game while averaging just five minutes per game last year.
Scalabrine played a little defense for the Bulls every game, and that’s all. Already 34, Scalabrine knew that numbers like that wouldn’t get him anywhere near the $3.4 million salary (seriously?) he earned with the Celtics for the 2009-10 season, even if any team was still interested in him as a player.
Between diminished salary prospects and the demands of an again-81-game season, Scalabrine decided to hang up the sneakers for good. Taking the route of so many ex-athletes, Scalabrine took his talents to the broadcast booth, and what better place for him to do it than in Boston?
Few cities know and honor the totality of their sports history the way Boston does. We don’t just know the greats, we know everybody. And because of that, second- or third-tier athletes who’ve played for Boston can always come back home.
Scalabrine isn’t the first non-star to become a Boston broadcaster or analyst. Ex-Red Sox David McCarty’s gig with NESN has extended his longevity long past what a player as inconsequential as he rightfully deserves. The same could be said of ex-Celtic Dana Barros, though at least Barros’ outreach work and youth camps have kept him on the local radar.
Scal shares the same place in Celtics lore as Barros, and McCarty holds a parallel spot in the annals of Fenway. That place, for lack of a more nuanced description, is at the bottom. Arguing that Scalabrine meant little more to the Celtics than as a bench-warmer would be ludicrous.
But who cares? It’s Scal! If CSN can keep him around the only fan base that ever loved him, why shouldn’t he come back?
It’s difficult to explain Scalabrine’s popularity in Boston, especially without resorting to stereotypes. Though he wouldn’t look out of place in a Southie diner, Scalabrine isn’t actually a local. Scal was born in California (Long Beach), and he played college ball at USC.
And just as Scal didn’t grow up in Boston, he also didn’t grow up as a Celtic, as Paul Pierce – another California ex-pat – did. He spent his first four years with the New Jersey Nets, averaging 3.9 points, 2.9 rebounds and 1.0 assists per game.
Scalabrine never bested his New Jersey numbers in either Boston or Chicago, making his stint in Boston at best the swansong of an NBA player already on his way out of the league, with Chicago serving as the final nail in the coffin (think Shaquille O’Neal in Boston). So the now borderline cliche of Boston falling in love with a too-old star doesn’t work either.
So Scalabrine’s not local, he’s not homegrown, and he’s not an aging hero. Only his style of play remains to explain why fans would care enough about the “White Mamba” to write him a song.
Scal always played intelligently, determined to not waste the few minutes Doc Rivers ever gave him by badly screwing up. He did his homework, made few truly boneheaded mistakes, took very few shots and rarely personally killed the team.
Scalabrine just never seemed to have that extra fire (except for on his head) that turns players into legends in Boston.
Scal’s popularity may remain a mystery, but it also remains undeniable. So if he wants to come back to the one city that will always buy him a drink or give him a job, let’s give him a chance.
And hey, he is pretty funny…