De La Hoya on Pacquiao defeat: 'I was embarassed'

[Kev]

I dunno the article was ok, nothing wrong in what he said but I still sense the narcisissim and self importance of the man. He just comes across to me as a man who simply loves to talk about himself.

He'll go into great depths and be very outwardly humble and even agree with Freddie in that 'I can't pull the trigger any more' but he explains things in such a ways as to assume we will all go 'Ah the great Oscar, see how humble and dignified he is.......'

It honestly wouldn't suprise me much if he actually does own a solid gold halo, custom made with his name engraved on it, and that he polishes and wears at home.

I can picture him in a white toga, obviously with golden thread and stitching, reclining on a lounger by his beautiful indoor pool, halo in place, Millie, lying in a lounger next to him resplendent looking in a beautiful Cleopatra type outfit both with hand servants massaging their feet and feeding them grapes whilst a few disciples recite the from the De La Hoya autobiography: American Son, My Story.

Harsh, but funny!

Personally I see it the other way, I think that article goes some way to restore Oscar's credibilty. He was open and honest and I actually feel a tad sorry for him.

Another positive to take from the interview is that Pac doesn't hit that hard! Granted Oscar is a bigger man than Hatton but it bodes well for Rick that Pac isn't this all powerful super human the Pac fans on here claim.

The naturally bigger men can handle Pac's power!

Trust me all of his soul searching and questioning whether he can pull the trigger any more, the public self doubt etc, the feelings that he should retire becuase he's shot is all complete and utter BULLSHIT!!!

He's already hyping his next fight, he wants us once again to all see how afraid and confused Saint Oscar is, the doubt in Himself, the doubt in His God, just like Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.

He'll toil with us for a while, his brow furrowed, that anguished, uncertain look on his face, ooh the soul searching.

Then he'll take a very public canoe trip to some little island, or he'll climb a mountain and spend a few days up in the clouds in some small hut telling us he's going there to think and ponder his future.

We'll all think he's up there deep in thought, whereas in actual fact he'll be poncing around in ladies dresses, make up and his halo, looking at himself in the mirror going 'Ain't you the sexy one girlfriend!!' and laughing to Himself at the news reports of his 'should he or shouldn't he fight' predicament.

Stories will trickle down from the mountain, that he's going to quit, he doesn't have it any more, then finally he'll descend.

He'll come out with a 'shock' announcement that he's going to fight on but at junior middleweight. He'll look for the winner of Pacquaio Hatton, and drag them all the way up to 154 lbs for a 'fair' fight, and the adoring public will pay millions and give him another record breaking PPV.

It's all so entirely predictable and that's why I fucking hate Oscar. He's a cash cow, boxing is his Golden Goose and he is the Golden Boy, he knows he can still make millions more as a fighter yet and even embarassingly one sided beatdowns won't disuade his brain washed fans from stumping up more of their hard earned cash and filling the gold stitched trim pockets of Oscar the Great Deceiver.