Iíve been away from it since August 7th. I must admit that I donít miss it, and thatís why Iím going to remain retired, at least until I decide to do another guest appearance.
Mine was an overwhelming desire to come out of retirement for a piece on and of O. J. Simpson. Last week, Simpson went up against one helluva defensive tackle in Las Vegas, and she threw him back for a minimum nine-year loss. Judge Glass stated more than once that her decision was not pay-back for 1994. True or false, I really donít care. All these years of Simpson trying to find the "real killer" on every 5-star golf course in the world has come to a screeching halt. If Simpson were an equity, heíd be Enron, having gone from the top of lifeís luxury mountain to the depths of despair, and he may be stupid enough to rationalize it. He will be up for parole in nine years at age 70. As far as Iím concerned, the sentence wasnít stiff enough. He should have been given a life sentence without the possibility of paroleÖÖÖÖin Buffalo.
As long as Iím back at the computer for a post-retirement article, Iíll report on the De La Hoya-Pacquiao welterweight fight Saturday night. Iím qualified as I was there, and in a seat rather close to the ring. Thatís where De La Hoya should have been. Manny Pacquiao is an absolute stud who won every one of the eight rounds on my scorecard before it was stopped. He had never fought above the 135-pound lightweight limit in his 52 previous pro bouts. His additional weight certainly didnít slow him down, and Oscarís face showed it. Iíve been to championship events in all four major sports, but there is absolutely nothing like a big-time boxing match for the spectacle of it all, especially in Las Vegas, and that certainly includes the scenery, better known as spectacular women.
Regarding spectacular women, no one knew them better than Frank Sinatra. Itís hard to imagine; had Sinatra lived, he would be 93 years old on December 12th. Here's to my all-time favorite entertainer.