Remembering the Roseland Ballroom
Legendary New York venue's long history won't end without one last fight card
By the time I arrived at the Roseland Ballroom, the preliminary card was already underway. A skinny Italian-American kid with a weird haircut was jumping around the ring like an over-caffeinated kangaroo, never in one spot long enough for his bewildered opponent to land a meaningful punch.
It was far from enthralling stuff, but the kid's gaggle of supporters was making so much noise you would have thought they were watching their homie battling for a world title at Madison Square ...
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