Nothing defines Boston quite as much as the town’s devotion to sports (10 championships since the turn of the century doesn’t hurt), and with all due respect to the five-time-Super-Bowl-champion Patriots, it’s Fenway Park, not Gillette Stadium, that’s the temple of sports fandom. Opened in 1912, the quirky green bandbox between Lansdowne Street and Yawkey Way is almost as famous for its obstructed-view seats as it is for its fabled Green Monster wall in left field, but that’s a price Sox fans gladly pay in exchange for maintaining Fenway’s historic layout. It's both intimate and loud on game day even in years when the Sox aren’t contenders (tickets are often hard to come by, so plan ahead); the old ballpark also is open for one-hour, behind-the-scenes tours that take you inside and atop the Green Monster. You'll be able to stroll around the field (the warning track, not the grass), and visit the press box, the Pesky Pole, and (on days with no games) the dugouts and bull pens.
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America, America, America
I suggest Fenway Park, Boston Massachusetts ON the 4th of July.
Actually, anywhere in Boston on the 4th of July will have you tripping on love of country, but put a hot dog in one hand, a beer in the other, the Star Spangled Banner on the Green Monster and you will pledge allegiance like never before.
Breakfast, bars and baseball.
Besides that, the clam chowder off Seaport was yummy. Took the train to Cambridge, which was nice (and very clean!). Walked around downtown. Legal Seafood was overrated. Mike's City Diner had breakfast food worth the wait in line. We went to Bukowski's bar and a few others around our hotel. Bukowski's was our favorite. Small, grundgy and people were friendly. Nothing else much stood out to me in Boston but because it holds such a gem of nostalgia in its ballpark it'll always be a favorite.