First, hunt the cop down and beat his ***. He tried to make you look like a ***** in front of your wife. You didn't let him, but he still deserves it.
Once that's done, sell your wife's ticket to the game tomorrow and buy her an ironing board. Hell, send the ticket to me and I'll win an eBay auction on an iron within the hour. Look, I don't want to be offensive, but it sounds like your wife is ridiculous. Any woman worth having would have shot a vomit trail at the cop from over your shoulder. My brother got stopped at a roadblock after about nine beers. He showed the cop a Starbucks gift card that my sister gave him for his birthday. The cop was like "What the 17 is this?" so my brother punched him in the face and floored it. His wife freaked out and wouldn't talk to him, so the next day my brother spent all afternoon making this gigantic dinner. She was kind of getting over it, he said. She looked like she could tell that he really put a lot of work into it, etc., but as soon as she picked up her fork, he jumped up and flipped the table and yelled, "Weekend's over, *****!" He tried to explain it to me later. Said that he worked all week for Friday night and it got cut short by her bitchery, while her job is to cook so he ruined her dinner by throwing **** around. I think the connection is kind of a stretch, but it worked. She acts like 17ing Anne Bradstreet