There are times when Miami Beach smells like Mombasa, on the Indian Ocean in Kenya. A warmish, dampish camel-flop smell, an old horse blanket, or last year's sweat socks, curled and grimed from 10 months in the trunk of your Toyota. As Johnny Ruiz, the World Boxing Association Heavyweight Champion galloped up and down the enclosed sandy rectangle on the beach at 21st and Collins a couple of Sundays back, he gave off something comparable in the olfactory sense: "Eeew!" squealed Sofia, a pretty Latina who'd dragged her sated boyfriend off their hotel beach towels to check out the fight crowd. "It's... More >>>