No worries, we're all old I snuck into the (new) MSG several times during that 1970 championship season with my crew - basically the CT chapter of the 'Bowery Boys', all of us 10 and 11 years old. The ushers and doormen would intentionally look the other way, but of course we all thought we had pulled off a major action. That was in the bygone era before the world went zero tolerance on everything. Adults in authority found levity in allowing kids to be kids. Talk about the good old days!
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