Let’s start in 1859. No, wise guy, that was not the year I started at The Miami Herald. That was the year the great Charles Dickens began his novel A Tale of Two Cities with, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times ”
Those words occurred to me this week as I fathomed the juxtaposition of Miami sports’ own best and worst, LeBron James’ Heat and Jeffrey Loria’s Marlins. No other city has such an extreme of polar opposites as our reigning basketball King and despised baseball Diablo.
I must apologize for even mentioning Loria in the same sentence as LeBron. It’s as if I’m spooning dog poo onto the plate beside the filet mignon.
James was trying Saturday to get the Heat into a third consecutive NBA Finals and win a second championship in a row, while the Marlins — decimated once more by Loria — were on pace to lose even more than the 120 games that infamously branded the 1962 Mets.
James, talking about how he had to take over and do so much himself Thursday in Game 5 against the Pacers, had said it was like he “went back to my Cleveland days.” Heat fans had to shudder, hoping that what he said might not be taken literally after next season, when he would be free to leave.
That’s something else that separates James and Loria to the extreme.
We pray one man stays.
The other can’t leave soon enough.Davey Johnson Mike Redmond