Whatever visions come to mind when hearing the name Scoreboard Tavern, leave them behind. This was once a watering hole for athletic-minded West Valley residents but is now a hangout for neighborhood Hispanics, complete with a shrine to the Virgin Mary in the corner. With a sunken bar trimmed in blue leather and mirrors running down the length of one wall, the Scoreboard Tavern is a little joint that's big enough to hold a couple of pool tables and a projection TV showing the latest juego de fútbol - the only sport that's actually broadcast in this sports bar. Blue-collar regulars kick back banda music as it pulsates from the jukebox, with the occasional track from The Eagles tossed in when a gringo wanders through the doors. Drink specials? No aquí. Cheap bottles of Bud Light are the favorite. Twisting off of the cap is the responsibility of the drinkers, not the barkeep. And if hunger strikes in the Scoreboard Tavern's cash-only confines, hit the ATM in the corner and grab a bag of dried shrimp bits or, better yet, visit the taco truck across the street for un burrito delicioso.