Fenway Park
As a fan of both history and baseball, I really enjoyed visiting Fenway Park last night. It’s charming and intimate—a wonderful place to watch a ballgame. However, it’s also a heavily romanticized tourist attraction. Which is fine and I totally get it—but, let’s just speak to the truth of what a ballpark like this ultimately is: a venue inflated by nostalgia. A place well attended by grey-haired executives wearing tucked in polo shirts and crisp, new caps (or visors) fresh from the official team store (never from some bum off the street). Those folks will repeatedly stand up and obstruct your view while toasting frozen margaritas from a Ted Williams themed concession stand. Human hindrances that are more aggravating than the historic stadium’s support columns could ever be.
Decent hot dogs, though, and the place is better than Wrigley in Chicago.
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