This is a move to preserve my ego, sanity, and not be dragged down by the embarrassment of how poorly the Miami Dolphins are managed. As I pack my father’s old army duffel with jerseys, jackets, hats, t-shirts, sweatshirts, sweatpants, shorts, polos, and even socks to store away in the back corner of my closet, I am thinking that I will not live to see the day that the Dolphins are good again. With a sarcastic sense of humor, and many years of analysis, I will explain.