Arizona Sports Medicine Center - Mesa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Arizona Sports Medicine Center in Mesa quieted down, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo through the halls. No one could quite identify its source, but it became a local joke among staff and patients alike. One evening, an elderly neighbor stopped by for some advice on stretching exercises. She swore she heard the humming coming from her own house across the street! After a good laugh, everyone agreed that maybe the center was just testing new acoustics for their relaxation rooms.

2. At night, when the Arizona Sports Medicine Center in Mesa quieted down, a strange voice began echoing over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your friendly reminder—if you leave your socks on the floor, someone will steal them.’ One day, an elderly neighbor walked in, asking for help with his sore back. After treatment, he left, only to return later that evening, complaining about missing socks. It turned out his feet had been too cold, so he’d taken off one sock—and promptly forgotten it! The staff chuckled as they watched him scurry home, determined never again to lose another pair.

3. At night, when the Arizona Sports Medicine Center in Mesa quieted down, a mysterious voice began announcing over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our stretching machines now offer a special routine for improving your sleep.’ One evening, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off on one of the benches outside. Suddenly, he heard, 'Sir, would you like to try our new deep-tissue massage program?' Startled awake, he looked around—only to see rows of blank-faced exercise equipment. Shaking his head with a smile, he muttered, 'Must be my imagination.'

4. At night, when the Arizona Sports Medicine Center in Mesa quieted down, a peculiar humming sound started drifting from one of the examination rooms. A curious nurse investigated and found nothing out of the ordinary—until she noticed that the sound only played during odd hours, as if someone were practicing an unusual instrument behind closed doors. Finally, after weeks of puzzling over it, another nurse decided to stay late. She heard the humming again, followed by soft laughter—and then, peeking inside, saw a delivery driver playing a ukulele while waiting for his package to arrive. The center’s reputation was saved, and now everyone knew why the place sounded like a tropical island at night.