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    My Brother the Slumlord

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Backboard Jungle

Suns fans and pavement eaters coexist uneasily in Mesa

By Chris Bowman

Published on April 09, 2008 at 4:01am

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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