Oscar/Floyd - The Morty Bravo Edition

"Always, always bet with your heart..."

Not that I needed another reason to wish egregious injury on the hubristic twat that is Floyd Mayweather Jr: but his Namath-like proclamation of a decisive victory now has me beeseching the boxing gods for a Golden Boy miracle. It's pretty difficult to conjure up a scenario where Oscar can escape being throughly dominated, let alone win. Floyd's talents are undeniable. But to me, his perfect record and the mention of his name in the same breath as Ali and Robinson should be heavily scrutinized. He beat Zab Judah. Big deal. He disembowled Gatti. Arturo's next fight is against one of the chicks from Flavor of Love. Has Floyd ever been in trouble, been truly put to the test? Oscar, on the other hand, has been in countless wars, certainly doesn't need the money and knows how to deal with the pressure and the consequences of a fight of this magnitude. Does this give me enough confidence that at 34, and with considerable ring-rust no less, De La Hoya can pull this off? Probably not. Then again, none other than Teddy Atlas believes that he possesses the motivation and could put together a game-plan that, if executed, coud lead to victory. Oscar needs to stay outside to neturalize the dizzying hand-speed of Floyd and eventually frustrate him, force him to come inside where he can use his size to do some damage. Sucker that I am, I'm going with Oscar in a split-decision.