South Floridians want so desperately to believe in a turnaround that never seems to come for the Dolphins. They are so starved to savor Miami’s return to NFL power that they all but swoon when, on the same night, it looked like everything was beginning to click for Henne as much as it looked like the team had hit big in acquiring Bush.
I cannot tell you the number of times I have heard or read in emails these words or a variation from readers: “It isn’t easy being a Dolphins fan.”
So even the smallest hints of hope are embraced. When you are stranded on an island, the faintest hum that might be a distant airplane makes the heart race.
In Miami, as much as it feels like superstition, there is eternal waiting for the law of averages to kick in. There is an ongoing, perhaps unspoken thought that misfortune has haunted this franchise for too long and that, well, that fate owes us.