10/14/2026
msg is where my dad worked some of the most infamous fights in boxing, from the 90s until his passing.
he would tell me so many stories about what it was like at the garden and the excitement of being there before an event. getting into manhattan was an all-day assignment for dad. he never particularly loved nyc or public transportation, largely because of his ptsd from the war.
but the moment he stepped into the garden, everything changed. he loved it there. it felt like home.
for a long time, it was difficult for me to return to the garden, but i’m glad i did.
walking through those halls and seeing memorabilia from fights he had either told me about or been a part of brings me a sense of connection to him.
there’s a certain kind of magic in the air whenever i have the chance to be there. and in some way, it still feels like home.
