My boss had season tickets to the Miami Heat back in the early years. He had some other obligations one night, so my stepson and I went down to Miami. Back then, they played in an Arena that the city built in Overtown in an attempt to rehabilitate an economically depressed neighborhood after the riots in the early '80s nearly burned it down. I've never been to a third-world country, but I imagine it would look like this, barbed wire, crack addicts and amputees begging at the arena gates, well-armed security guards everywhere... The Heat were awful back then and lost big. The back-up to get on I-95 after the game was horrible, so my stepson suggested we cut through the neighborhood streets to Route 1. Scary neighborhood - burned-out buildings, boarded-up houses, bars on all the windows - but not a soul out on the streets. I was relating this to my co-workers the next day, and one of the Black guys chuckled and said, "Yeah, that neighborhood be so bad, even the brothers don't come out at night!"