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Benny, indeed, hit people. No fighter in ring history could shift his
attack from the head to the body and then back to the head again quite
like the lightweight champion. The Leonard "book" might well be
titled, "The Complete Master Guide To Boxing." With every bout, no
matter what the competition, he learned something new. And in the gym
he practiced what he learned. He slipped and blocked punches, he
improved his head weave, he polished that left jab that had the wallop
of a right-hand smash, and he rehearsed the jab to the face followed
instantly by a hook to the jaw.
He made his sparring partners tear into him. If he could duck
under the blows and land a couple of hooks, he felt he was getting
somewhere.
"That's what a training camp is for," he'd explain. "You
gotta get used to fighting so you can work on weaknesses."
His sparring crew loved Benny.
"Boy, oh Boy," one of them chuckled after a go-round with the
Professor. "I got the greatest job in the world. I get fifteen bucks a
day for beatin' hell out of my boss." |
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