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Well last weekend just went from bad to worse. On Friday, I was doing alright online until a disastrous period hit. I ran pretty bad, but certainly didn't minimise my losses and made some very poor decisions. I dropped $50k of the $60k I was up for the last 2 weeks.
I woke up the next morning and had to drive down to Cork for day 2 of the Irish Poker Classic in the Macau. It's always a weird feeling when you wake up after a massive loss; it feels like someone has removed one of your kidneys or something.
The plan was simple, win in Cork to get out. I really wanted to go to the Dublin game in Croker, so I was kind of in the mood to get a stack or fuck off. I made it to day 3 short on chips, which was basically the worse case scenario.
Last year I said it was the best structure I have ever played. I was disappointed to see that they had tinkered with perfection. They gave the players 
20k instead of 15k. In fairness to the Macau, you can't be too critical when their only motive was to give the players more play, but I think any more than 15k with a 75 minute clock is unnecessary. In my opinion, the bubble should burst about 2 hours before the end of the day; in this case it would have been midway through day 3. The players agreed to pay all returning for day 3, which was the last 18.
I stayed in Sean Prendeville's room on the Saturday. The car-park I was parked in was closed so I couldn't get my case out. Mr. X came back with us to the room. Mr. X was extremely drunk. I threw my clothes into the corner and tried to get some sleep. Mr. X started into a bottle of wine he found in the room. The last thing I remember before going to sleep was Mr. X falling over toward the corner my clothes were in.
I woke up and my clothes were covered in red wine, water, (I left a pint of water beside the bed), and em er well, he pissed himself. So with him rolling around in the corner, I assume some managed to find its way onto my garments.
I somehow had to get to my car, which was about a 10 minute walk away, to get fresh clothes. Mr. X came along for the walk, he was some site. He hadn't shaved in about a week, urine stained jeans, a cut on his forehead from his previous night's fall and the remaining 1/2 a bottle of wine in his left hand. He tried a few chat up lines with some broads on the walk, for some reason they seemed v scared of him!!!
I got back and exited with 
v 
to finish in 15th, I was short at the time playing 6 BB's. I exited 3 minutes before throw in between Dublin and Cork, which was another painful experience, especially when you're surrounded by a dozen Cork langers.
I played a very interesting live poker game last night. I don't want to say too much as there may be another installment. I'll put it in Friday's blog, definitely one of the weirdest/ coolest/ most bizarre poker experiences I have ever had!!!
Comments (1)
tell us about the cash game!!!!