Three of the De La Hoya brothers owned houses on two lots in East Los Angeles. Raul and Vicente had houses side by side on the street. Joel's house was located directly behind Vicente's, and the families shared a driveway.
Eduardo was the independent brother. He lived in a house three blocks from the De La Hoyas' main compound.
The family had better reasons for congregating in this neighborhood, but for a visiting reporter from Minnesota this location was perfect: There was a King Taco on a busy street a couple of blocks away.
Believe me. Next time you're in East L.A., check out King Taco.
This was the late spring of 1992 and Joel's 19-year-old son, Oscar, was getting ready for his final push to be the 132-pounder on the U.S. Olympic boxing team. First, there would be the Olympic trials, and then the Olympic boxoff between the trials winner and the "most worthy opponent."
Oscar was sitting in the family living room one afternoon, between workouts, and was asked about living in the midst of all these De La Hoyas. He had that infectious smile, then as now, and showed it as he said:
"One of my strengths is family power. There are many fighters who have no family help. When I fight, there are uncles, aunts, cousins cheering for me. If I ever need help -- a ride to the gym or something -- there are so many people in my family for me."
By the spring of '92, Oscar was not much in need of rides to the gym, since he recently had become the owner of a black, low-slung Nissan 300ZX. Clearly, there was an expectation of revenue opportunities in Oscar's future, and the young man was able to secure reasonable payments for his new ride.