BRIAN SCALABRINE KNOWS HE SUCKS
06.18.08You knew the Celtics meant business last night when Brian Scalabrine was actually wearing warmups instead of his usual street clothes. He wasn't going to play, but you knew that HE knew he didn't want to be in a suit for the championship celebration. If that happened, he might be confused for a common civilian who didn't play and just cheered the Celtics on to victory, when in truth he's a member of the team who didn't play and just cheered the Celtics on to victory. You can see why the Boston fans identify with him so well.
Anyway, this video shows that Scalabrine seems aware of his legacy — or rather, complete lack of legacy — and tackles an insulting question from a European reporter with good humor. An even better response: tackling the European reporter.

And in 40 minutes he'll tell everyone what KG's meat looks like in the shower.
$10 says it's dark meat.
I think I got food poisoning from some bad Scalabrine at the Italian restaurant I went to last night.
Lying to your children about your athletic accomplishments is something of a rite of passage in American parenting. Europeans are seldom able to understand this.
Mmmm…Scalabrine with Garnett dark meat and cream sauce.
/Masshole dream dinner
A follow-up question, Brian: What kind of car can I buy that attract woman with shaved vajeen?
Yeah, Zack, lying about athletic achievements is exclusive to Americans.
fucking html and linking!
[www.oobgolf.com]
Wait… there's a white guy on the Celtics. Thank Gawd.
yea tim…. affirmative action works
could be worse. dude could act like Scot Pollard, whose done just as little, yet thinks he's cute because he's got "wacky hair" or "goofy comments" or "a hermapherdite wife"
Lying to your children about your athletic accomplishments is something of a rite of passage in American parenting. Europeans are seldom able to understand this.
My kids are not even born yet and I am memorizing amazing clips of Noel Devines high school days and practicing repeating them in the first person.
Ginger.
Knob