If you look into Tiki Barber’s eyes while this group of blue-smocked children douse his entire body with colored paint to the soundtrack of tribal Blue Man Group beats, there is a soft, subtle, yet deeply truthful twinge of “why in the name of all that is holy did I choose to retire for this?” Even watching his former team win the Super Bowl without him a year ago couldn’t break this man’s steely, smiley facade quite like these three relentless blue men…
Tiki’s exact breaking point: the -0:14 mark. It’s quick, it’s subtle, and he smiles it off, but this is the face of a broken man:
