Boston is an interesting city for a number of reasons. However, one of my favorite things about the place is that it takes time to understand certain traditions/practices. That sounds odd, so what do I mean.
Okay. Take the Red Sox. When you move to Boston and you don’t particularly care about sports that much, you become a Sox fan. That’s just the truth. I don’t know how it happened or why, but I ended up with Red Sox alerts on my phone and I even know some of the players. It’s weird….
Anyway, you have a few options to get to Fenway for a Sox game. There is a Green Line stop, but the Green Line is a glorified street car and you will probably end up packed shoulder-to-shoulder with everyone else. I (the savvy commuter that I am) prefer the bus. If you take the 1 (which is the right way to go, duh), you end up walking a shady couple blocks before you end up in view of the Green Monster. This walk is one of those hidden practices that you come to understand after doing it a few times.
Those shady blocks are pictured here.
