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...But if they did it, they would have next to no interest in my good self.
How's things degens? As always I shall start this post saying "Ah ye it's been a while and I'm going to try to update more often in the future etc etc". I genuinely am this time, since there's a fair bit going on recently and lots of stuff coming up.
It also seems more or less impossible to out-blog Oshy and he seems to enjoy stealing all the best stories for himself, the selfish p***k, but to be fair he keeps us entertained and rarely lets the truth get in the way of a good story!
The last two weeks or so have been fun. Team Bundy finished a very disappointing third in the Team event in Galway - and after it seemed we were in great shape with about 40 players left, the truth is we were carried into third place by John winning the thing (his first ever live tournament win). The weekend as a whole was unreal and Fintan and Dave Curtis have us dying to return, which we will this weekend for the Irish Open satellite on Friday and a guaranteed messy night on Saturday.
Then we spent this weekend at the GUKPT in London. Well done Silky you're a hero - only played bits with Silky once before, but everyone I have talked to (reliable players) says he's a really really tough opponent and it's great to see more Irish tournament success, fair play.
There was a pretty large Irish contingent over there, which was cool. Got to know a lot of the Irish players better and since the rest of us suck so hard at poker, we were basically on the lash for the weekend. My exit hand was when I got in all-in preflop with KK versus some English fish called Neil Channing who held a mere AQs; as it turned out he was a better player than I thought, with the flop coming AQx. Oh well, I didn't mind too much, since Neil's a good guy and has been really struggling by for the last few years...
After the tournament I didn't feel like playing cash games at all, so just waited for some more heads to exit the tournament before we hit the sauce. A crew of us then met with some girls I knew that were in London and ended up in a club called Zoo, which was good fun then after Fran, Oshy and I went wandering the streets of London, engaged in some good street-wrestling (during which John threatened Fran to do a number 2 on Fran's lovely white shirt, while I pinned him down) and eventually headed home 6ish.
The next night we watched the footie in O'Neills, an Irish pub in London and it was all quite civilised for a while. It eventually got ugly as it always seems to, with the highlights being The Pirate getting sick under the table, ripping the piss out of some ruf Scottish girls, terrorising some bald creep - The Bald Eagle, sniffing and eating girls hair and then me beating Fintan Gavin in an arm wrestle for €1,000. Fun!
Anyway, all this messing around has mixed up my healthy living a little bit, but not much I can do. I'm still going pretty solidly online for the year, having won every month so far with January and March being pretty damn profitable. Going to get back on track now for a few days in terms of online grinding and personal fitness, then hit Galway for much more filth. There's a good crew of us heading down from Dublin on Friday, so if anyone wants to jump on the bandwagon get in contact with me or whatever. I'm literally grinning ear to ear just thinking about Saturday night and it's Chubs birthday on Sat too.
Galway truly is the nuts for lewd nights out. After that, there will be a few more days of clean living, then the Irish Open, so badly want to have a good run in it, but who doesn't I guess.
That's about it for now, still meaning to write a meaningful article on here...one day...maybe after the Open or something. Take it easy,
Your hero,
Reesy
Comments (1)
I am still scarred from that evening....good times