The Sports Page Pub

Where «The People of Walmart» go to relax. lol

This place is a complete trainwreck, but it can also be a lot of fun. Some of the reasons one might want to avoid this place are as follows…
1. The scary people who sit at the bar alone and stare at everyone.
2. There seems to be a rather large puddle of piss on the men’s bathroom floor at all times.
3. The giant lesbians that seems to always frequent the bar
4. The random assortment of white trash ghetto people
Things I enjoy about this place…
1. The awful singing on karaōke nights
2. The very strong (and cheap!) drinks
3. I was able to get a johnny walker blue label on the rocks for $ 5, because the bartender didn’t know what it was
4. No cover
Overall, I’d stay away from this place… and I probably will from now on.

welcome to the sports page today is crack head day!

Run down, beat up, dirty, downtrodden, stale, bad smelling — and thats just the customers :)
Sports Page is a dive… and I like a good dive… at least on .10 cent wing night. You actually might be surprised who you meet here — as in very sweet, down to earth, common folks just looking for a few cheap beers — a few Bob Seger songs — and a bit of conversation.
Not the kind of place I want to stay all night, but for a few delicious wings (on Wednesdays) — a few cheap beers (PBR is less than a 2 dollars a pint) and a few laughs — this place is alright with me.

My bedroom in High school was set up better than this place– I have seen Frat houses with less fire code violations! All in all, wait until last call (when your good and marinated) before you dare venture in, especially if you have to use the bathroom!

This could be a classic if somewhat redneck-​y dive if it weren’t for the PAINFUL INCESSANT KARAOKE! My hatred of this wretched «art form» is well documented but still… Why people think the standard dive-​bar soundtrack of Tom Petty, Journey and hair metal is going to be somehow improved by having tone deaf drunks warble over the top of them AT EAR SPLITTING VOLUME is beyond me. Especially when nobody cares or is paying any attention. I have never been in this place day or night when the karaōke wasn’t going. Why? Anyways… barring that… the Sports Page is an old-​school leftover from the «glory days» of Beverly’s Rantoul Street when it consisted mostly of a motley collection of dive bars, chinese restaurants, check cashing joints and liquor stores. A tiny windowed exterior clad in snazzy 70’s z-​brick invites you into a veritable museum of hillbilly dive bar accoutrement. Nascar themed beer lights? Check. Interior decked out in knotty pine and construction site leftovers? Check. Both kinds of beer — Bud and Bud Light? Check. Pool tables and arcade games strewn about in varying states of disrepair? Check. The list goes on. The addition of a couple of extra flatscreens seems to be the only nod to the «sports bar» sobriquet on the sign. Although a fairly small, storefront sized place, there is a weird split level thing going on that, due to the location of the bathrooms (women upstairs, men downstairs) ends up sort of segregating the crowd into boys and girls sections as the night wears on. The graveyard of dead pinball machines and video games upstairs is a nice touch though. Otherwise, cheap drinks, lots of somewhat white-​trashy locals and you get the picture. If you are looking for a dive-​y good time, it’s one of the few real ones left ’round these parts. Now Don’t Stop Believin’ and you’ll be Livin’ On A Prayer with your Dancin’ Queen in no time!

extremely strong bacardi and diet + biggest karaōke song list ever + motley crew of friends = FANTASTIC friday night. this place is a dive if i’ve ever seen one. it looks like uncle sparky’s basement from the 70s. it’s obviously a step or five up from the press box in terms of dives, but it still qualifies. totally loved my time here.

I got talked into visiting the Sports Page once. I won’t make that mistake again. I’m not a snob by any stretch, but I couldn’t handle the white trash factor of this place. The entire experience was straight out of 30 years ago.
The karaōke nazi was hilarious though. There was this scary blonde 50? 60? something woman running a really old karaōke machine extremely seriously. Entertainment value there.

This place is a dive. It stinks of stale beer and is filled with people trying to relive the 80’s. The beer is cheap and the karaōke nazi should be avoided at all costs.
Great place to stop in for a pub crawl and on your way to the next whiskey bar. Check out their 10 cent wing nights. Not a great place but certainly has a lot of character.
03/​25/​2008 — I recently gave this place another shot. The place seems to be happening now. Same atmosphere, better crowd, still cheap beer, and karaōke Thursday — Saturday.
I don’t think John has been to the Panther Pub because the Panther is actually a great place, clean and has great pub food. The Sports Page is a great pit-​stop on the way to the Pickled Onion and/​or Panther Pub.

It’s such a dive it is cool. It is so cool that it draws the cliquey amateurs. This place is home to Beverly’s most ugly people (I actually think it beats the Panther Pub). If you go in to find a drunken date, watch out for the obese karaōke Nazi!

Sports Page, as their motto reads «Just a place to relax»
Sports Page has earned my five stars as it has been an endless source of amusement for me over the past couple years. Many a time have I gone missing from the Pickled Onion, only to be found across the street people watching at SP.
Simulation phone call:
Friend: «Chloe! Are you in the bathroom? Where are you? WHAT IS that music?!»
Me: «Oh, yeah. I came over to the sports page, I meant to grab all of you but forgot»
Friend: «You’re there by yourself? GTFO. We’ll be there in a minute. WELL TAKE OUR TAB NOW!»
click.
Exactly. I’d sit myself down at the bar, order a Sam Adams and kind of always felt like crying tears of laughter into it while I watch your Uncle Ronnie (all 200lbs of him, stuffed like a sausage into a cosby cardigan) sing «Everybody“by the Backstreet Boys along with the kareoke machine. It’s like heaven vommited the crowd into this bar.
After a certain point, they stopped accepting out of state licenses and I couldn’t go back in, until now… if only I could rationalize driving 30 mins north to sit alongside it

Ever wanted to know what it would be like to drink in your grandfather’s basement if you filled it with endless amounts of white trash? Well look no further! The Sport’s Page is your one and only destination for W.T. hilarity.
Between the dismal orange glow once you walk in, to the bizarre funk that has emanated from the men’s room since Clinton was elected the first time, The Sports Page represents a time gone by. A time when an establishment didn’t worry about such things as «cleanliness» or «odor». Want to see fat people getting it on in the bathroom? Check. Want to see two 57 year old heavy-​set women get into a fistfight over a man who is 18 inches shorter than them? Done! How about all the people voted «Most likely to end up on Thorazine» rocking it out to some Bön Jovi tunes on Karaōke? Oh, they got it!
This bar will make you drink fast and furiously though, just so you forget exactly where you are and why you are there. So for that aspect, and the ability to really watch some social misfits getting down, I give it a three. What can I say? I love watching the whack jobs who call this place their regular spot skulk around and generally rule at life. I’d be terrified of retribution to this posting, but nobody who hangs out here knows how to use a computer anyway. Hooray Sports Page!!!

A lot of my friends like this place.
I thought it was dirty and run-​down.
Maybe thats its charm…
I wouldn’t drink anything here that involved glasswear or ice… bottled beer only.
They had a great Karaōke selection… I personally am not into Karaōke so this is not the place for me.
Sports Page seems like a great place if you are looking for a college bar atmosphere.