Most Miami students and alums are from NYC metro area and the northeast in general. They go to Miami at 18 to learn how to be alcoholics and then come back at 65 to die. If Miami wanted a real home field advantage they'd play at Jets Stadium.
Miami fans and alums are generally the over privileged loudmouthed spawn of illegal immigrants two-three generations removed from hellhole villages in southern and eastern Europe that shared two surnames and one eyebrow, but now hail for the Northeast. Some even have the delusion they're Americans. Uncivilized, uncouth, Pidgin English speaking louts. The men are dumb and ugly, the women hairy and scary. Both drop dingleberries wherever they go, so watch your step and curb your Cane.
I'm not going to get into the pagan goat sacrificing ilk from the islands that have overrun Miami for the past six decades and now rule the tip of America's dripping diseased dong except to say this; Fidel is dead, there is no excuse for your chicken worshiping, drum thumping kind to be a curse and drain upon America any longer. Plenty of cruise ships down there for the short ride, get on one and go! Or do a Desi Arnaz, drop dead!
One of my favorite episodes of "Cops" was about a domestic disturbance near Davie. You could here the melodious Queens accents coming from inside the house threatening to kill each other. The cops knew them by name, it wasn't their first time out there. They get the two of them calmed down and as the camera follows cops back to their car one cop asks the other, "Why do they have to come down here to die?"