I think the Dolphins would manage to look bad on their own, with no outside help, don’t get me wrong on that. But being juxtaposed against the regal stature of the Heat just down the road only adds to the football club’s misery.
How can you not compare and contrast Miami’s two biggest sports brands when one suffers its embarrassed nadir at the same time the other enjoys its preening zenith?
A ramshackle double-wide is what it is, but never looking quite so forlorn as when sagging outside the tall gates of a palace.
Over here, the two-time defending NBA champion Heat, led by the incomparable LeBron James, have attained an excellence so locked in and established it may be counted on, like sunrise.
Over there, the nationally embarrassed Dolphins are forced to fire offensive line coach Jim Turner as a fallout of Bullygate because he bought blow-up sex dolls for his players.
(Hopefully, based on the attrition on that offensive line, the Dolphins still have at least five of those dolls left over to use as Week 1 starters if needed.)
LeBron sustained a busted nose Thursday night and jokingly referred to himself as “Bane James,” after the Batman villain who wears a mask on his face. James might need facial protection for a while but the Bane nickname couldn’t be more fitting, considering he’s the bane of every opponent.
I guess Miami’s two biggest teams do have one thing in common, after all.
The Heat’s star has a broken nose.
The Dolphins have broken franchise.