Au revoir, Tiki New York Magazine on Tiki Barber's retirement:

It’s a funny thing, the psychology of ambition: how even the most outsize dreams have a way of losing their potency the moment they’re attained. Stranger still is how a decrease in passion often brings about an increase in focus and skill. A graph charting Barber’s incredible rate of mid-career improvement and another showing his growing disenchantment with the game would reveal something curious: The rates of incidence are identical. “It’s true, isn’t it?” Barber acknowledges, flashing the halogen-bright smile he’s hoping will make him the rare athlete to have a broadcasting career that transcends sports reporting. For several months, he has been in negotiations with ABC, Fox, and NBC; it’s something he’s been itching to do since last year, when he was invited to Israel by former prime minister Shimon Peres, a trip that piqued his interest in hard news. “I became fascinated,” he says, “with history and how people think and what motivates people.

So, apparently Tiki Barber is going to be cohosting the news with Katie Couric soon (he has satisfied the prerequisite by hosting a local NYC morning show on Tuesdays). I can't say I blame him; the New York Giants locker room seems to be the most toxic in football, and who wouldn't want to escape. He is just hitting that wall that everyone hits from time to time, and his just happens to be that wall between being a famous football player and a famous newsman.
Rough life. Read the article, it contains great, almost creepy, descriptions of the cult of celebrity that is the Barber household. (Not that there's anything wrong with that).  ¶ 9:27 PM