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Backboard Jungle

Suns fans and pavement eaters coexist uneasily in Mesa

By Chris Bowman

Published on April 10, 2008

Wanna score tickets to see the recently supersized Phoenix Suns? It may not happen, baby, and it definitely won’t come cheap. So what can low-cash-flow fans do to get their Suns intake? Head to the local watering hole, of course — preferably one that’s equipped with giant plasma screens and a healthy supply of booze.

One overlooked spot (for good reason) that unites all different strains of folks is Spirits Bar and Grill. This rough-around-the-edges establishment in the far East Valley attracts young dudes, old dudes, and biker dudes, as well as hip-hoppers and shitkickers. It’s definitely a rowdy place around closing time, but fortunately for those who like their grills intact, Suns games end way before patrons begin eating pavement.



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