Seeing as it’s Christmas and everything, let’s try not to dwell on the bad dream that was yesterday at the Meadowlands. Instead, let’s take the time to fondly remember the greatest running back in Giants history. Here’s a corny bar-mitzvah toast-sounding poem I scribbled in October when Tiki originally made the retirement announcement.

Anyway, NYGMen wishes you and yours a Merry Christmas, Chappy Chanukah, and a Kwality Kwanza.


“Ode to Tiki”


Back at Virginia we had heard about you

The crafty little back who beat FSU

“The Barber of C’ville,� you were called by some

But who could have guessed what you have become?

A second round draft pick, because of your size

A mere “change of pace,� in the talent scouts’ eyes

But you sure did impress in your Giants debut,

Scoring two touchdowns and propelling Big Blue.

We had a player on our hands, we Giants fans knew,

And his name was “Tiki,� for Atiim Kiambu


But at five foot ten and two-hundred pounds,

They said you weren’t cut out to play all four downs

You were small, they said, and couldn’t take hits,

Your blocking was suspect when you picked up the blitz,

A big power back, they said, was what we needed to obtain,

Like Gary Brown, Joe Montgomery, the immortal Ron Dayne

But Fassel got wise and gave you a chance,

And you racked up the yards with your feet and your hands.

What a delight you were to us fans!

The thrills you brought to the ol’ Meadowlands.


Small and not even especially fast,

It was your incredible instincts that were unsurpassed

Your timing, your presence, your maneuvering feet,

Your game was finesse, your running-style sweet.

Dancing, not busting, through defenders’ embraces

Emerging improbably, off to the races.

Somehow evading outside contain,

Headed downfield for another big gain

Another deft cut through the narrowest lane,

Blowing a kiss as you cross the plane.


The greatest offensive player that’s ever worn blue,

Is hanging ‘em up, saying he’s through

And we Giants fans just sit here and stew,

Please, please, Tiki! Say it’s untrue!

Next stop is Canton, and whatever you do:

Thanks for the memories. We will always love you.