So, Oscar De La Hoya came out swinging today. He basically said, “Hey, Jaron ‘Boots’ Ennis dodged a bullet—and that bullet’s name is Vergil Ortiz Jr.” It’s like I want popcorn for the drama unfolding here, or maybe a strong coffee, depending on who you’re rooting for. Apparently, Oscar says they were all set to rumble, but Boots was like, “Nah, I’m good,” and pulled an about-face faster than you can spell Eimantas Stanionis. Is that self-preservation or just smart career management? That’s the million-dollar question.
Last Saturday, Boots decided to go against Stanionis instead. And yeah, I know Stanionis is no small fries—he’s a WBA welterweight champ with, what, a record of something like 15-1, 9 KOs? But let’s not kid ourselves; everyone talks about how Vergil Ortiz Jr. is the real deal with that insane 23-0 knock-out magic. It’s like trading prime rib for pizza, if you catch my drift. But honestly, can you blame Boots? Just last November, he almost bit the dust against Karen Chukhadzhian. I mean, can you imagine almost losing your undefeated streak right before facing a beast like Ortiz? Talk about sweaty palms!
Oscar’s tossing around phrases like “duck job,” and it’s hard to ignore that kind of shade. But hey, life’s about choices, right? Ennis saw Vergil dismantle Serhii Bohachuk like it was just another Tuesday in the park. So maybe Boots took a look, thought of his future, and decided to keep his ol’ noggin intact a bit longer. Can’t really fault a guy for that, even if it smells like an excuse wrapped up in tissue paper.
Oscar, on the other hand, sounds dead set on seeing some ink on a contract before believing any of these call-out shenanigans from Team Ennis. He’s basically saying, “Show me the damn receipts.” And amidst all this chaos, De La Hoya actually lets slip that Vergil is essentially the king of 154. Heard him say, “That’s the bottom line,” which is as final as Mom saying it’s your bedtime even though it’s barely dark outside.
Anyway, this saga keeps unfurling like a bad soap opera you can’t not watch. It’s twists, turns, and a whole lotta ‘what ifs’—like your cousin’s wedding drama, but with more blood and fewer tears. Who knows where it goes from here, but until those contracts are signed, we’re stuck with the rumor mill grinding away. And isn’t that half the fun?
