I have a long sleeved shirt from Dizzy's that I have worn through at the wrists and one of the elbows. I like it that much.
I wear it proudly wherever I am in the U.S. or abroad, secretly knowing that if anyone from Central Phoenix sees the logo on my back, they will tap me on the shoulder and say "Dude, sweet Dizzy's shirt."
Several years have past since I was a legitimate "regular" at the Dizz but now that I go back I like it for entirely different reasons. They have beer specials that vary night by night but you can get out of there needing a taxi to get home and realize you only spent $18. It's a nice feeling. It's dark and smoky and . . . well . . . divey. But it has plenty of pool tables and Golden Tee and the jukebox will take you back to '95, which, for any of you grunge fans out there, is a good thing.
It's ideal for a Sunday night in a big hoodie with an old friend or two and a pitcher (or three).