Worst Wife Of The Year Goes To Lady Who Called The Cops On A Bar's Gambling Pool Because Her Husband Lost All Of Their Money
(Source) A wife furious with her football-obsessed husband dropped a dime on a Staten Island gin mill — sparking a rare raid that shut down $600,000 in Super Bowl pools last week.“How can the SLA allow a $1 million illegal football pool at Talk of the Town?” the angry spouse wrote the State Liquor Authority on Nov. 13.“My husband spends all his money on these pools and not on our children.”
The SLA put a rush investigation on the anonymous complaint. Last Sunday night, two investigators barged into the neighborhood saloon’s annual Christmas party. They flashed badges and snapped photos of pool boards taped to the mirrored bar back, witnesses told The Post.The Talk of the Town Tavern, at 24 Giffords Lane in the Great Kills section, was advised to shut down the gambling. SLA lawyers are now reviewing whether to slap the owner, Larry Burkert, 55, with violations carrying a typical fine of $2,500 for a first offense. The bar has told patrons the pools are dead and bettors will get refunds, sources said. The crackdown comes as New York/New Jersey hosts the first-ever local Super Bowl on Feb 2.
The 71-year-old Talk of the Town tavern, known for its $1.50 drafts and sawdust-covered shuffleboard table, has been running Super Bowl pools for decades — like thousands of other bars in New York City. Its friendly barkeeps sell “boxes” to mostly blue-collar and civil-servant patrons for six different pools.One pool goes for $2,000 a box, bringing in a total of $200,000. Two pools are worth $100,000 each, and four are $50,000 each.Local authorities have long looked the other way as New Yorkers drop millions of bucks on the big game in bar and office pools. That’s because the contests are random and the “house” usually doesn’t profit from them.
Well that settles that. Worst wife of the year goes to the lady who ratted out her husband and friends for playing squares/boxes at a local bar. Jesus fucking christ. Is nothing sacred anymore? Yes that sucks that your husband is spending all his money on gambling, I get that. Kid wants a new bike for Christmas and now he’s getting a rusted huffy from Goodwill. But what if he had won? Ever think about that you big dumb idiot? Then it would have been a Mongoose with pegs and padded sat Bet that didn’t even cross your mind when you picked up the phone. Don’t be so fucking shortsighted all the time and think about gambling as an investment into the future, that’s how I operate. So what if my future looks about as dark as possible, one square, one parlay, one money line winner and we’re back in the high life.
In all honesty though, this wife literally did nothing but make her husband’s life MISERABLE. This bar will keep doing pools tomorrow. That’s what local bars do, that’s what makes them great. If you’ve never gambled at a local bar then you haven’t lived. But your husband? Well he is officially fucked. Because now he’s the guy who’s wife called the cops on everyone’s fun. Every single one of his friends will hate him for this. So now he’s friendless and can’t gamble, basically put him in his own personal hell. Fucking bitch.