The most remarkable thing about The Sleaze that Ate Miami is the sleazemaster Nevin himself; neither mentor nor mentees would have known trouble if he hadn't been such a groupie. What sane man would grope at thugs? We know, the meat slabs can have a cuddly side (although how cuddly slabs can be who live [C]RAP and worship unsportsmanlike penalties is beyond us), and possibly he thought he was doing them a favor (the favor of staining their reps), but if we could trade places -- not likely with his conviction -- we would want to know the best people in life. Criminals with shoulder pads are a dime-a-dozen. Nevin showed not merely a narrowness of mind with his athuhlete worship but a complete lack of it; and for that thus does he come across not as evil, but as something worse: a complete fool.