The Miami Dolphins didn’t just win the Super Bowl, but they just won the guy who won the Super Bowl, which is sort of the next best thing. You don’t get a ring for getting a person who carries with him the perfume of greatness, but you do get a hope that feels real — refreshingly so, and badly needed around these parts.
This once-proud franchise has been peddling false hope to its starving fans for most of the past 20 years in a sad parade of screwy decisions, bad hires and blunders. Now, at last, the gang that couldn’t shoot straight finally has, it seems.