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In Their Corner
The Windy City Boxing Club is on the top floor of a warehouse in Lawndale, one of Chicago's roughest neighborhoods. It's a dingy room with scarred wooden floors. Punching bags hang from beams, the walls are papered with fight posters, and sweaty young guys skip rope or jab at each other in the rings. "You'll find a gym like this in every city in the world," says Johnny Lira, a.k.a "The World Class Pug." "It's always in the ghetto, because the ghetto is where the fighters come from." Twenty years ago, when he was the No. 1 lightweight contender in the world, Lira worked out in dives like this. Now whenever he visits a gym, he carries a sheaf of flyers proclaiming "Think Union/Talk Pension." One wintry day at the Windy City, the Pug handed a sheet to Ferny Hernandez, a 28-year-old welterweight. "In California, when you're done with your career, you get a pension," Lira told him. "Just like any other job," marveled Hernandez, who goes by the nickname "Fearless Ferny." "That's beautiful. I don't plan on playing this game forever. I've got to plan something - life after boxing." Lira, 48, knows what it's like to need a life after boxing. During his ring heyday, he says, "I was pissing my money away, buying cars and cracking 'em up, going on vacation, loaning money to people I shouldn't have."
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