The Sportsmans

I'm just thinking about home and I just wanted to tell everyone about this spot I love back at home called the Sportsmans. I guess you could call it a Jook Joint or something like that it's an old house that was converted into a bar.

I didn't have many get aways in Phoenix but this place was one of them. It was an old school spot on the South side of town. The South side is supposed to be this bad part of town. Hell, I never saw it I've been to some bad sides of town and South Phoenix doesn't even rank. The thing about the spot is that most people there are in their 50's or older. It isn't hip or trendy or anything like that but, it does have heart and that's what I love about the place.

I think most bars want to make you feel as unwelcome as possible so you have to drink yourself into being comfortable. This bar is the exact opposite, you feel so welcome that you don't have to drink to feel right at home. But, you will drink because the ladies there know how to hook up a drink. The bar has a more of a family vibe than anything else. It's like getting to sit at the adult table for your first time. What I love about the spot is that it is real and the people are like family to one another. It is the familiar that I guess I enjoy about it. I think in our would you aren't allowed to enjoy people anymore we just enjoy things. At the Sportsmans they enjoy people. It is so throwback that it seems new.

Like I said they know how to hook up a drink in that spot. A bar for drinkers by drinkers. If you are only a social drinker you might as well hang it up. You ask for a mixed drink and you end up with gasoline with a twist of lime. I remember taking this one girl to the spot for the first time and she wanted a Long Island. I mean at a Scottsdale bar or some bullshit like that Long Islands are basically coke with a splash of liquor. Well at the Sportsmans the Long Islands are acutally radioactive. I think I've seen ice mutate by growing a mouth and legs just so it could jump out of the glass and then say, "Fuck you buddy I'll take my chances in the desert."

Well, maybe not but I do know I've never seen any ice in a Sportsmans' Long Island and that has to be the only explination. She was a lightweight drinker anyways and I could have died when I saw the look on her face on the first sip. I told her she didn't have to drink it. Hell I could smell the drink from about a foot or two away and it was making my eyes water. If she drank that whole think I wouldn't have been carrying her home I would have been carrying her to the morgue.

Anyways that being said once I get my feet back on the ground I know I'm going to spend a day with my people at the Sportsmans.