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    Tiki Barber

    Interesting article in The Record in NJ
    about Tiki's exercise routine. He's
    bulking up to try to minimize fumbles
    after last years fumbleitis. It's here:

    Seems like some remarkable gains in a short time.
    Of course, he is a world class athlete.

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    Ash "Money" Hegde Y2A's Avatar
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    Maybe he should stop holding the ball out there like a loaf of ****ing bread The only good thing about the Giants is Shockey

    PS - Ronde is the better brother
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    Can you paste the article? We have to register to see it.

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    Here's the article:

    The Giants' Tiki Barber, trying to gain strength to cure his fumbling problem, lifting 565 pounds in the safety squat during a workout at Carini's Four Seasons Fitness in West Paterson.
    Over and over they throw the question in his face, sometimes laced with admiration, sometimes reproach. Friends, family members, even teammates - all wonder what in the name of football off-seasons Tiki Barber is doing to himself.
    Why, they ask, are you putting yourself through a workout routine more grueling than anything new Giants' coach and fabled tough guy Tom Coughlin could concoct?
    Usually, when the incredulous question comes - "How can you do this?" - Tiki replies with a serene smile. That's on the outside. Inside, he's thinking, "How can I not?''
    How can he not, after he coughed up a mortifying nine fumbles last season?
    How can he not, after his former Super Bowl team dissolved into one of the worst in the NFL, after eight consecutive losses punctuated a 4-12 season and got coach Jim Fassel fired?
    How can he not, when he recalls the first question asked by the newly hired position coach - "How strong is your upper body?" - and remembers he couldn't really tell him?
    How can he not, when that upper body had been stripped of the football so often (21 lost fumbles since the 2000 season) that this new coach was teaching him - him, Tiki Barber, the Giants' all-time yardage leader - to hold the football diagonally across his torso instead of cradled alongside his body?
    He had known it was time to seek solutions. It was time to turn to a man like Joe Carini, a man who makes you pay for mistakes.
    At 7:20 on a hazy June morning, Tiki is barely inside the door of Carini's Four Seasons Fitness in West Paterson when the personal trainer begins barking orders. The sleeveless red T-shirt and black mesh shorts Tiki wears match the stripes painted near the rafters of the cavernous gym, a large rectangle of space with a length of state-of-the-art track along one wall, a boxing ring next to the finish line, and a collection of torturous machines staggered down the middle.
    A few sit-ups and one radio station change later - he favors easy-listening 101.9 over the hip-hop beat - and Tiki settles into a leg machine.
    "Eight presses," Joe growls. "Come on, Tiki, get loose."
    Joe, a former champion powerlifter, has Popeye-shaped arms so big they don't actually touch his sides when they hang down. Tiki doesn't argue.
    Four hundred pounds of iron surge upward. Hitting the eight-count, Tiki relaxes his muscles and sleepily rubs his eyes. Two children under age 3 keep you yawning. Plus it's early - the gym is empty save for a middle-age woman, a teenage boy, and Tiki's friend and marketing agent, Mark Lepselter.
    Outside Joe's gym, Tiki's name and face are ubiquitous. The 29-year-old sports star has his own weekly radio show and weekend television appearance. He also is a popular pitchman and commits to countless charity appearances. But inside these walls, Tiki can be almost anonymous. More importantly, he can allow himself to be selfish, to focus just on Tiki.
    Joe slides a few more metal plates onto the leg machine, pushing Tiki's load to 620 pounds.
    Two more pushes. Tiki locks the weights back in place and goes limp.
    "Last one - at 700," Joe orders and Tiki, dutiful pupil, complies.
    Tiki rises slowly from the seat, wipes his smooth-shaven head with a small white towel, and pulls a long drink of water from a bottle Joe hands him.
    "You know what I got now," Joe says, laughing. "The old stopwatch is ready."
    Tiki rubs his face. "Sure, I'm happy now," he says. "In 15 minutes I'll be cussing."
    That's because it's time for the safety squat, an ungodly test of strength in which Tiki stands from a seated position with almost three times the weight of his 200-pound body bearing down on his shoulders. The squat machine looks like a medieval set of shoulder pads, only wider, with bars extending from either end to hold the weight plates. Tiki straddles a narrow black bench and crouches under the middle of the bar. He braces his shoulders against black padding and girds for the big push.
    "Come on," Joe says. "Head up. Back straight."
    Tiki unfolds to a standing position, and the enormous shoulder pads - 275 pounds for this first set - rise with him. He is strengthening his entire central core, along with his hamstrings, his hips, and his quads.
    "How long between reps?" he asks, rivulets of sweat running down his skull.
    "Thirty seconds," Joe says, "just like an NFL game and you're running your plays."
    Two sets of six reps each and Tiki drops onto the bench. Joe raises the weight to 455 pounds. Tiki grabs the squat machine's metal frame and resumes the agonizing repetition - standing up, crouching down, standing up again under the crushing weight - as Joe offers encouragement.
    "Come on!"
    "That's it!"
    "Pound it out!"
    Sitting once again, Tiki repeatedly slaps at his legs, keeping his body in motion. He grabs a quick sip of an energy drink, chases it with water, and ducks his head under the bar, ready now for 565 pounds.
    "Let's go," Joe says - 10 more lifts, 30 seconds apart.
    Tiki stands, teeth bared, upper lip invisible as it curls, his breath forced through clenched jaws - "Pfffffttt" - like air leaking out of a punctured tire.
    His smooth, handsome face, normally so recognizable for its smiling expanse of Clorox-white teeth, is a mask of hurt.
    Finished with the fifth repetition, he drops the bar, its metal-on-metal clang ringing in his ears. He slaps the bars, as if to make them feel his pain.
    He hates this.
    He loves this.
    He feels how much it hurts.
    He knows how much it helps.
    The combination of Tiki's discipline with Joe's muscle-building plans has paid off. They have turned a 5-foot-10, 190-pound player who couldn't push 275 pounds in the safety squat into a 200-pounder pushing the 600s.
    "He comes to pull the plow every time," Joe says. "We have no soft workouts."
    When the weights clang down for the 10th time, Joe moves in. "That's 10," he says.
    Tiki lights up. "Ten?" He jumps up off the bench, moving more quickly than he has all morning. Forty-five minutes after walking in the door, he's finally relaxing a bit.
    But the day is only half over. The two men work their way around the gym.
    Tiki lies on his stomach and pulls weight on a pendulum by looping his feet through a leather strap.
    He curls his hamstrings to lift more weight while holding a 40-pound metal plate across his chest.
    Tiki chalks up his hands, steps onto a 6-inch-high box, and bends over a barbell before hoisting 315 pounds in a stiff-legged dead lift.
    He drops the weight to the floor with a thud. The angry face returns, the only clue that boiling inside is a fierce determination. To erase all memory of that first-quarter fumble against New England that the Patriots recovered for a touchdown and a lead they never lost. To obliterate all traces of the player who fumbled twice against Atlanta in November, the second time late in the fourth quarter. He dropped the Giants' last chance to win.
    Enter Joe, whose machines are making Tiki stronger.
    "I learned not to question him," Tiki says, "and then I started seeing the benefits. The man knows what he's doing."
    Giants' assistant coach Mike Pope is one of only two Fassel holdovers on Coughlin's staff. He has noticed the new, more muscular Tiki and teased him.
    "He said, 'Darn, they're going to start testing you,'" Tiki says.
    Steroid jokes fall flat in the current climate of scandal and investigation, but Tiki needn't worry - he's building his muscle mass the old-fashioned way.
    Next comes a simulated rope pull. Tiki assumes a three-point stance and reaches with both hands through his legs. He grabs a handle and lurches forward, groaning and grunting to pull the weights forward eight times. "It'll align your spine after all the weights," Joe assures him.
    The red T-shirt is completely dark, soaked in sweat. Tiki still has to lift a barbell over his head and work in the shoulder shrug machine, but the worst is over. The cruelest tests have passed.
    He moves to a heavy bag, taping his hands before Joe laces on boxing gloves with "Tiki Barber" embroidered around each wrist. This was last year's addition to off-season workout hell, and it put Tiki in what he called the best cardiovascular shape of his life. Each year, he adds a new element to his off-season conditioning program, but never drops an old one.
    "As your body gets older, you have to work harder to stay younger," he says.
    Rounds of dancing footwork and rapid-fire punching end with Tiki struggling through the final seconds of Joe's countdown. As soon as the gloves are unlaced, he throws them to the floor and drops to the mat, prone. He rolls onto his back and looks up to Joe's demanding face. Jackknife stretches are next, with Tiki throwing his legs toward the ceiling 10 times in a row. Joe then places a weighted ball between Tiki's feet, asking for 10 more reps.
    Finger-tip pushups follow, then standard hand-on-the-floor pushups - but with his feet raised on a 3-foot-high stool. Finally, Tiki wipes his gleaming head dry. He throws the towel at Joe.
    "Stop your whining," Joe says.
    "Good job."
    Joe thrusts a hand toward the floor, pulling his student up onto his feet. The workout is over - for today.
    Tiki comes to Four Seasons Fitness four days a week. Three times a week, he drives to Cedar Grove and runs a mountain of sand for leg strength. Throw in the Giants' off-season conditioning program and their three minicamps and there is no question why Tiki says this is the best shape he has ever been in.
    Minutes after being yanked onto wobbly legs, Tiki climbs into the driver's seat of his black Cadillac Escalade and declares himself "energized."
    About 10 miles later, he pulls onto the campus of DePaul High School in Wayne, the featured guest at the school's football camp. He's here for a few hours today and another session tomorrow, which is when his body will feel the full effects of Joe's regimen.
    Tiki has changed only his footwear, from leather high-tops to running sneakers, and he jogs from one group of young NFL wannabes to another, weaving his way around the manicured football field. The kids look up to him, waiting for instruction, just as he was anticipating Joe's every cue a short time before.
    He adjusts a quarterback's throwing motion, guides a receiver on running a precise route, and shouts encouragement to the youngsters.
    He stops by a group of future running backs working on ball-carrying skills.
    "Grab the points," Tiki tells them, demonstrating the proper grip, cradling it in front of his body, arms crossed over the oblong with a hand covering each end.
    Tiki Barber, driven student of the game, is out of the gym and back in his element. Sharing the wealth.

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    Safety squat... they talking about using a safety squat bar? A smith machine? A squat rack with extra safety stops? I'm not sure I get it.

    Anyway, squats cure most things, but they don't cure fumbles.

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    They have some pictures which I could not copy. He looks
    to have his shoulders in a "harness" which I haven't seen
    at my gym. I think it's a Smith machine type deal
    starting off sitting on a bench.

    In the pictures in the paper his arms look huge for his

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    Cool article. Belial, I think he was just trying to say that he was getting in better overall body shape than he was before, which in turn will cause a decrease in fumbles because you're no longer as tired as you were before in games, so you can focus more on the little things.

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    I still expect him to fumble... alot, thats just what he does
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    Quote Originally Posted by Y2A
    I still expect him to fumble... alot, thats just what he does
    He won't fumble alot. If he fumbles a little, the new
    coach will sit his butt on the bench. I hope he can
    cure the problem with a new grip or other techniques;
    he's a good ballplayer. Excellent production, except for
    the fumbles, which are killers.

    Shockey's had a few great moments. He also has a
    handful of key drops (some in the endzone) and
    spends alot of time on the bench crying about his
    toe. Waaaaaaaaaaa

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    Sounds like the Giants should invest in the digital video system like the Packers have:,1759,1596886,00.asp


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