Byron Scott tees off

By J.A. Adande

What’s next for Byron Scott?

At the moment I’m writing this, next is another swing of the golf club.

“I‘ve got a lot of time to work on my game,” Scott said, one day after he was let go by the New Orleans Hornets.

There are plenty of good golf courses in Southern California, and it’s possible Scott could wind up back there when Phil Jackson decides to leave the Lakers. Scott’s on the list of potential replacements, along with Minnesota Timberwolves coach Kurt Rambis and Lakers assistant Brian Shaw. Remember, Scott began and ended his playing career with the Lakers, spending his final season alongside a rookie named Kobe Bryant. Last year Scott told the Los Angeles Times that the Lakers are “an organization that will be embedded in my heart for the rest of my life.”

But Phil Jackson is looking more and more embedded in the organization. His health and energy seem better than they have in years and his team appears set to be a championship contender for a few seasons. Then there’s the possibility that there could be a lockout for some of the 2011-12 season, which would appeal to Jackson because he could make another run at a championship without trudging through a full 82 games.

Scott might as well wait around. He’s not going to get his old job back with the Nets, where Lawrence Frank will undoubtedly be gone by the time the team moves to Brooklyn. And would he want to delve into the mess that is the Golden State Warriors once all parties involved realize it’s time for Don Nelson to go?

So he’s better off waiting…even if it will take a while for Jackson to go.

He wants to do some TV work in the interim, although don’t expect him to use a microphone to rip into the Hornets.

“All I can say is it was a good run, I enjoyed my time there,” he said of his firing after six seasons in New Orleans. “I wish them the best.”

Coaches who want to stay in the coaching business say diplomatic things. Just so there’s no doubt, Scott said, “I’m going to coach again.”

For now he has to excuse himself. It’s his turn to swing the club.