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I've had a seat almost everywhere in the stadium in my 52 years of seeing the Bucks live. All things being equal, I like C deck the best.
From 69 - 74 I was able to get sideline passes to work as a photog. Lots of interesting perspectives from that angle, not the least of which is how fast those guys get on top of you when you're watching the action through a 200 - 400 mm lens. Photogs are limited to an area that starts on either 35 and runs down to the end zone. When you arrive someone from the athletic dept. shows you the line and tells you, loud and clear, that you are never to cross those lines. So I'm on the sideline for a Northwestern game that we lost in something like the 72 - 73 season. Some dandy from Chicago, Gucci alligator loafers, neat wool slacks, tie and blazer, Burberry trench coat with silk scarf and topped off with a $50 haircut is standing in our area all day with a Leica w/a 35mm lens. Doesn't take a single shot through three quarters of the game, but is always jawing at Woody whenever the coach gets near him. You know he's not there working with that kind of a set up and the press is always suppossed to at least try and act neutral. Anyway, late in the game and the bucks are down 3 and pinned back on their own 15 and we can hear this guy really baiting Woody. A halfback catches a pass and instead of stepping out of bounds, fights for a few yards more and gets stopped in bounds allowing the clock to keep running. Hayes is furious and waves him out of the game, grabs the kid by the jersey and pulls him in toward him for some serious ass-chewing. Suddenly Mr. Swell goes into action, getting as close as he can to Woody and snapping away. Woody finishes, slaps the kid on the back and sends him off to sit. Now you can see Hayes really concentrating on the game, chin out, fists pumping, shouting on every play, but he's also playing this guy. He comes down and stands right on the chalk line that serves as the DMZ between coaches, teams and photogs. The dude photog goes right up to the line and starts snapping away, Hayes, tries to wave him away, but the guy just gets closer. Hayes takes a step or two toward midfield and the guy follows, Hayes takes on more step and the Chicago photog crosses the chalk line. Now he's in Hayes' coaching box. Woody suddenly snaps around and punches the guy two or three times and kicks him at least twice, and I mean you could hear the punches thump on this guys chest and back... all so fast that none of us on the sidelines were able to turn from the game and snap a shot of it. The guy beat a hasty retreat and Woody went right back to coaching.
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