Monday, May 14, 2018

More $$ for sports ...you can now text your Bookie w/your bet Legally!

https://www.yahoo.com/sports/angst-colin-kaepernick-player-protests-will-washed-away-supreme-court-ruling-sports-gambling-takes-root-205116911.html

6 to 3 Supreme Court says we can bet on Sports...like nobody bet on sports before...

Ruth voted No. Ruth is not a Fan of Fun


Sonia voted No! I don't know enough about Sonia to say why.
But she was born in The Bronx & probably figures the Yankees are rich enough

Briar voted No because he just wants to piss people off & always takes the 
opposite side of a Ruling.


The World is changing...Chops & his buddies would have been Happy...

It's now Legal!

4 comments:

Two said...

Remember when the cops, in red cars, raided the side drive when Chop, Sid, Sol and the barber boys were shooting craps? Chops tried to run down our drive with a couple cops walking after him and another red car appeared at the other end of the drive, near the pervert Atlantic Refining station. You know, the guy with one eye, Yunkel, with Dad and Tony Aquilino chasing him after his climb/peak on the shed roof of the hot Jewish girls behind us? I drove thru the side drive once and was surprised how narrow our drive was. About 4 or 5 cars in various repair positions, really a nice appearance of junk in the drive.

Cooker 3rd Base said...

Ha..Chops, Yunkle,these are Feltonville Hall Of Fame, names..Love it..what memories..Squad cars in the alley..you guys handcuffed me to the fence, then took off..red car came..Big Jack lording over us all..ha,ha..did we ever pay off the "tab" at Kalsteins? How long was Smitty part of our family? Did John really own an English Racer? How'd that come about?
Remember Freddie Newfeld blowing up his kitchen? Who was the poor young girl on our street,that drowned at the bottom of the giant slide at blvd,pool..when others came down on top of her? Mr.McGeehan took a whole bunch of us hiking deep into the park, bridle path..packed lunches..on an adventure...couldn't do that today!
Somebody from across D St...shot me in the nuts, with a bee-bee gun..while leaning on dad's car out front..hurt like hell.
Did we ever find out who poured PinkPaint on dad's yellow chevy caprice?
Got any stories to share? Let's hear 'em..

Gerald Pea said...

Oh Cooker! Why do you always start things...we did handcuff you to the fence for your own good. The cop cars were red & they did chase Chops down the driveway. Big Jack was The Lord. Kalstein died broke, did we ever know his 1st name? However long Smitty spent with us was too long! Smitty was the 1st family pet that no one mourned. John did have an English Racer that was stolen & we recovered it from a kid that lived near Bernie Axe! Freddie did not blow up his kitchen, his older brother did. Know zip about the girl that drowned, Mr McGeehan hikes or you geting shot in the jewels I do not remember. I do remember you rumbling w/ a stranger all the way down the block while we were called to dinner! The Pink Paint story, the shore stories, the Kalstein stories make me Glad I was in the Army the for three years!

2 said...

HARRY Kalstein. Smitty was beloved and he loved to follow Mother around all day. it would drive her mad with him around her feet.l I remember Michael throwing the black broom weep down the cellar stairs and Smitty chasing it and returning it up the stairs....over and over again. When Mother was coming home from the hospital Alyce & I quickly spruced up her bedroom with new bedspreads, some paint and a good cleaning. Then I looked at Smitty and thought, "He'll be a nuisance to Mother". Impulsively I decided to take him to the SPCA on Erie Ave. I cried after putting him in a cage and asking them to promise he'd be adopted. Losing Coco was the same feeling. Mother comes home and later that day says, 'where is Smitty?" Ugh.
john got a Raleigh 3 speed, black with gold trim for probably 10th b'day. It had a chronic flat tire. The independence I felt was fantastic. I don't remember that it was stolen. I remember Dad & Mr. McGeehan putting up new siding and working in 90-degree heat. They were drinking beer ('John, get us two more') and finally giggling and joking. Mother told them to get off the roof. They just sat down v against the house and talked. I also remember our first car, probably '37/'38 plymouth. I think I was about 11 or 12 and it had the suicide doors and that felty upholstery that made my blood run cold. Dad was always fixing something and I went with him a couple times to Moskats junkyard on Front st. where he pulled parts and we walked home so he could replace a part. "Go in and get me some cardboard" so he could lay on it under the car. One time it was freezing out and he wanted me to stand there while he crawled under. I was so cold but I guess he was afraid it might fall on him and I could call for help. I asked him when I got older about his early cars. He said a couple times the Moskats let him take parts and pay them later because he was a cop.