Twenty-five years pulling wire in this town, and I've spent half my Saturdays at a game or a tailgate anyway. These are the spots that earn the trip, whether you're Sox 'til I die or just here for the ballpark tenders. No fair-weather picks, no bandwagon seats.
I'm Sox by blood, but even I'll admit the ivy's got character. Like an old wiring job somebody kept patching instead of replacing. Worth the trip, trust me.