Because he is watching a soccer game, Juan Carlos Michia is happy. No matter that the Florida sun has turned the playing field into brittle brown straw. No matter that the teams are composed of awkward, leggy boys. Michia is happy. As the players race the dusty pitch, Michia stakes out a shadeless area near a corner flag, away from the coaches and parents. Shielding his eyes with a hand, he scans the field in South Miami-Dade. "There's a nice ball," he says. "That... More >>>