Blowin' O's for Oscar.

Tonight, I witnessed the demise of my childhood hero.

He went with the old, only to discover the new.

The first time I remember him losing was ten years ago.

I cried then. I won't now.

Oscar De La Hoya. My childhood hero.

Ten years is a lot of growing.

I can tell that I've done a lot of growing based on my reaction of the whole situation.

You can't win them all, as I know now.

As back then I thought he could, and that I could.

Tonight I know for certain that you can't win them all, but damnit,

you can try.

Good luck to you Oscar De La Hoya.

You can still wipe your ass with hundred dollar bills.

Thanks for the hope.

Dear God,
It's me, MTNastylove.