Am I the only one who thinks Balls would be a great name for a sports bar? But. Here in gay ole Phoenix. We have Roscoes. While they'd like everyone to think it's a sports bar for everyone. Really. It's gay people. Gay as Ross the Intern. As gay as Richard Simmons sparkly, spandex onesies. Gay. Gay. Gay. Rainbow flags. Gay rags by the door. And, well, a sea of psuedo gocks (that's gay/jocks FYI). They offer descent 2 4 1 drink specials on Tuesday. The obligatory \"sports\" bar furnishings include a couple pools tables, dart boards, pin ball machines and TVs. While I haven't been in a while, the service was always smooth and efficient. Much more than I can say about my talent at billiards. Or darts. Or pinball. But watching TV. I'm pretty good at that. So, put your jockstrap on, face your baseball cap backwards and drink plenty of Bud Lite while cheering on the DBacks. Or. Wait for figure skating season, wear something with sequins, drink Cape Cods and cheer for a Tanya Harding-Nancy Kerrigan rematch.
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