Not long after noon on June 11 at the Playwright Irish Pub in South Beach, the predominantly pro-American crowd was silent. It had nothing to root for in this opening round of World Cup action. A flat-footed Team USA was unraveling against the Czech Republic, down two-zip entering the second…

At 2:00 p.m. Saturday, May 27, the atmosphere in South Beach was thick with tattooed flesh, rattling bass boom, and the mad, intoxicating energy of people sweating, driving, eating, drinking, and spending in every nook of America’s consumer Eden. Miami New Times dispatched to the scene a Universal Complaint Department…

Things are bleak in the subtropics. China owns us, we’re losing the War on Terror, summer’s sticky misery is here, alligators are treating the suburbs like a human smorgasbord, and the sun will burn out in a scant five billion years. So on a hot gray Tuesday afternoon, a Miami…

There is a lot of trash on Lexus Boulevard. Heading south on the nascent byway in West Kendall, you pass rotting sofas, abandoned furniture, and a fridge oozing flies. A rusty spool of chicken wire partially obstructs the road. “The county’s in charge of cleaning that up,” says Miami-Dade Commission…

Romário de Souza Faria is soccer’s answer to the Greek demagogue. Since being named MVP of the World Cup in 1994, the stout Brazilian striker has astounded mortals with his curious mix of the mercurial and bacchanalian. He partied while others slept, froze his seed with the intention of farming…