Nothing fun about it when I was a kid, i.e. Rose Bowl in '63. Being all of six years old, it was just something to be endured. Ditto for Atlanta in July of '69. However, by the time I was a teenager, it was good for one thing: scoping out "hot" sisters from congs unknown...I had an excuse to use my high-powered binoculars (supposedly for looking at the stage and watching 'dramas') instead being trained with intensity into the crowds of people hoping for a glimpse of panty or a lean-over. And yes, it happened once in a while, sure made things more interesting and bearable.
My cousin and I would take turns with the binocs and move closer and closer when we found a 'target'. Then we'd both chicken out when it came to possibly following said target and chatting her up. Sometimes we'd walk past and try to get a look at her name badge and make plans to visit her cong...of course this never happened but it was fun to plan (JW version of stalking, but harmless). Why did our cong have nothing but old crows, and all the ones from cities or states away had all the hot young sisters? Such questions would never be answered.
I often thought to myself, I wonder if any of those hot sisters ever had any inkling that they were being watched obsessively by horny young bro's for hours during the long, boring sermons that went in one ear and out the other? Did any of these sisters use their binoculars to check out the guys? Perhaps...
No one I knew listened to even one word coming from the stage - it was just endless droning and waiting for the break so we could get something to eat at the concession stand and walk around and enjoy the 'view'.