I’ll never forget the first time I saw a game at McArthur Court at the University of Oregon.
I was a teenager with overly gelled hair and braces, and my Dad took me to see the Ducks square off against Stanford.
As you walked into the building, you got the strong sense of a high school basketball game, with cramped hallways and the prevalent smell of popcorn drifting through them. Climbing the creaky wooden stairs to the upper levels, you could hear the noise of the crowd actually reverberating through the walls.
I distinctly remember our view of the court being slightly obstructed by the overhang of the upper deck, and having to crane my neck to see properly.