Killin' redcoats in the woods: America's original pastime.
Connor the Broad Daylight Assassin up there is considered exceptionally good at it. He would be too: getting lost in the plot as often as he does, he gets tons of practice aimlessly slaughtering the British for no reason. What else is he supposed to do when he can't find Charles Lee? Or when there's no Revolutionary War moments he can't take credit for at the moment? Poor guy is stuck in one of the worst Assassin's Creed games ever, and a man's got to occupy himself.
But still: Founding Fathers! Dumping the Tea! Muskets! Paul Revere's incredibly annoying ride! All of this old-school American-ness is enough to almost make me like this game. Almost.