Fans today wont experience the joys (sarc) of... driving through dangers on the West Side to get to Old Chicago Stadium. Or – God-help-you – riding the bus. If you drove you then got to pay too much to park in a rutted open lot filled with broken glass and refuse...
For Bulls games in those days just before the opening tip off (they still had those then) an interesting grassy smell began to pervade the airspace around you. Gee, I always wondered what that was... (!). Not to mention for Hawks and Bulls games the nights were mostly cold as hell.
And yet somehow through all of this, it was damned good fun. That place had personality and a vibe to it that was special. And the sound was deafening when the fans got cranked up. Your ears might hurt for hours after the game ended.
Sure, the United Center seems like a palace compared to the Old Barn. But for many, the Old Barn was still more fun to watch a game at.
And you learned how to pray – that your car was still there when you went back there...