The only other thing I remember about the 1992 Summer Olympics in Barcelona aside from The Dream Team (Christian Laettner and Michael Jordan on the same team! Hi, Fan Girl!) was Oscar De La Hoya, and that’s probably because I was 14 and thought he was oh-so-dreamy. And then I completely forgot about him until I found out his niece was the bug-eyed scary fish looking, extremely over enhanced slut hoping to capture the heart of Bret Michaels on Rock of Love 2. (Even though Wikipedia says it’s a straight up lie!)
Now that I’ve been doing some catch up reading on ESPN (and watching Sportscenter reruns), I kind of have a deep down burning sensation (not in my pants) to score some Mayweather/De La Hoya tickets.
Nearly every movie about Vegas I’ve ever seen has had some type of gigantic boxing event involved, which makes me think that next possible step in me turning into a millionaire and/or V.I.P. of the World should be attending one of these infamous inside-a-casino boxing matches. And even if this particular match doesn’t work out, I think boxing is one of the last sports I’ve never seen live. And when I do see it live, I need to sit close enough so blood can splatter across my horrible haircut.