
Tiki Barber’s life has been a crazy one. He’s gone from being the most successful hair stylist in Hawaii (cough) to being the star running back of the New York Giants, to being a correspondent for The Today Show and Football Night in America/Sunday Night Footbal, to being a veteran on the comeback trail. A crazy life, yes, but not necessarily one wherein he had to hide in an attic for two years to keep from being murdered in a holocaust. Of course, that didn’t stop Barber from comparing himself to Anne Frank in an interview with Sports Illustrated. Maybe he was trying to compare himself to Helen Keller?
A quote from L. Jon Wertheim’s SI piece:
Barber and Johnson went into hiding in the attic of Lepselter’s house in New Jersey. “Lep’s Jewish,” says Barber, “and it was like a reverse Anne Frank thing.” (Here is Barber writ small: He has the wit and smarts to make an Anne Frank allusion and the artlessness to liken himself—an adulterer trying to elude gossip columnists—to a Holocaust victim.)
“He has the wit and smarts to have read a book at some point in his lifetime and remember it.” I’m not sure “wit” or “smarts” are the words that come to mind when I read about Tiki Barber comparing himself to Anne f**king Frank, although Sports Illustrated could suddenly be adopting the biting wit of the New Yorker, I don’t know, I don’t really read it unless I’m waiting for the dentist.
I hate this guy. Wait, I take that back. Brandon, is it really you who mentioned hate, oh Brandon, how could you?
[H/T Off the Bench]


It makes sense, I’m sure Barber has compared Coach Coughlin to Hitler more than once.
Tiki Barber should try the UFL or CFL. This loser must not remember how the Giants won the superbowl with out him dragging them down.
You forgot adulterer.
You know who also hid in an attic and serves as a much better comparison? George Bluth. He converted to Judaism in prison (keeps that weak-ass comparison still viable), breaking out of said prison to go on the lamb in an attic. You weren’t hiding from persecution and certain death, Tiki. You were on the lamb.