The old Olympic Auditorium in LA was a great place to see the fights. Even the seats up in the rafters had a great view because of the way the place was laid out; it was designed for boxing and wrestling shows.
Sitting ringside was an adventure because the fans up top had a tendency to throw things. If they were mad, they'd throw cups of beer- urine for really bad decisions. For good fights they'd throw change, and that hurts. I read once that Jimmy Lennon SR's bald head was covered with scars from catching quarters. And then there were the constant M-80s. There would always be a few good brawls in the crowd.
The last time I went was in the 1980s. The card featured Marcos Villasana, Azabache Martinez, and Roger Mayweather, in separate bouts. I sat in the 8th or the 10th row, drank about 8 or 10 beers and had a blast. Until Mayweather beat whichever Bejienes brother he was fighting, then I cried, too. This is when Mayweather was calling himself "The Mexican Assassain."