As a born and bred Scottsdale kid who first went to the Spur looooong before the current management took over, it sucked to be in this usually fun dance/bar last Saturday when the band was playing and the lead singer's clearly insecure "girl" was present and stinking up the joint with her clown car table full of bullies and bozos; these fools actully think they own the table by the front door where they park their pathetic behinds as if it BELONGS to them. They only thing they "own" is a loser's sense of entitlement that reflects poorly on the band and the old hangout and bar. Ironic that a "western" bar with a "cowboy" theme allows - and based on the "huh, what?" bouncer ignoring their behavior - encourages actions that represent the worst of humanity. Will we be back? Hell yes, as we are Scottsdale folks and will not let anyone run us out of anyplace we want to be in our hometown. But for now, only on a Sunday when the bass player (who is in the band) is playing solo - he's a gem and a gent - or on a weekday when we can be sure the "tip the fucking band" leader isn't playing (a shame as he is talented) because when his piggish girlfriend and her gang of miscreants are present the bar is, frankly, a shit-hole of hate.