And the loudest the arena ever was, in Game 7. (Drury-Max?)
I’d just moved to Tampa in March. I did that series on radio (?) or in taverns. Loud, even in the cavernous barn FKA The Crossroads Arena. A local family invited me to dinner at their house during the playoffs. They served me my first southern style meal with collard greens. I missed a playoff game, went home, signed onto AOL with my squelching modem, and read the recap.