Ricky Martin now has a big hit on Broadway with Evita, and Ozzie Guillen has another flop in Miami with the Marlins.
Yes, the man whose mouth can barely form the right words in English went to Miami this year to manage a team where the franchise has a large Spanish-speaking coterie of Cuban exiles as fans.
These were people driven from their homeland by Senor Castro more than a generation ago.
A student of history, Guillen apparently thought he would make friends and influence Cuban Americans by talking of his admiration for Fidel Castro.
Now in honor of Fidel's rise to power, Ozzie Guillen must return to Miami off the road trip to face the firing squad of media interrogators.
Don't cry for Ozzie, Miami. He never did love Fidel. It was all a big misunderstanding.
The manager has lost sleep over the hurt he has done by opening his yap once too often. This is a first.
When a few years back, Guillen (a Venezuelan) expressed admiration for the other Latin dictator, Hugo Chavez, the hue and cry for Venezuela was less than deafening. Most American did not even know Chavez, the most virulent American hater in South America.
This time Ozzie has hit the jackpot. There may not be much goodwill left for him among Latin baseball fans that prefer their managers to win games and talk only balls and strikes, not complain about how far the bathroom is from the dugout.
We expect to see a river of tears and more mea culpae than you find in ordinary sports apologies.
Don't cry for Ozzie. He soon will be singing the "Banana Boat" song, at least for one Day-o.
