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I don't really have much to write poker wise about the rest of my weekend in Cork - the only other tournament I played was the main event and I busted after about an hour when I got it all in with a pair and a flush draw against an overpair. To be honest, when I put my last raise in I knew he had a big pocket pair and I didn't expect him to pass. On another day I might have played the hand differently, but I was quite happy to either double up or to bust early as the craic had been good all week and I had a few friends there who weren't playing the tournament.
When I say I didn't mind going out early, I don't mean that I was ever going to throw my chips away, but I knew I'd be a slight favourite if he'd had JJ/QQ/KK and only a slight underdog if he had AA (as I had an ace in my hand) so this was an ideal opportunity to gamble. As it turned out he had QQ, so I was a very slight favourite... however, with the recent form I've been in I felt like I was a 1-3 shot and I stared on in disbelief as the dealer dealt 2 blanks on the turn and river (maybe he forgot to burn a card or something).
Having witnessed this hand, Dave Callaghan obviously realised that there was logic in the old 'double up or go to the bar' strategy, and he managed to get himself knocked out a few hands later after getting all his money in preflop with 55. You might think this move was foolish because of the conventional thinking that if you get all in with a small pair preflop, you will either be in a 50-50 spot or else dominated. In his defence though, he was up against Sylvester, so he could easily have been a mile ahead.
So anyway... off we headed to Gallagher's where we met Paul and Ciaran, who had been doing a good job propping up the bar for most of the day. We had a couple of drinks there and then moved down to the Metropole hotel bar where we met up with Karen and a few friends. I eventually cried off at around 3am and was probably the first person in bed.
I was awakened on Saturday afternoon by a phone call from Ciaran, informing me that there had been a change of plan, and that he and Paul had decided not to go home and had instead taken up what had now become their 'usual spot' at the bar in Gallagher's. I was feeling a bit rough from the excesses of the previous 2 nights, but I thought that a few afternoon pints might be exactly what I needed to bring me round, so I made my way down and we were joined by a few more familiar faces for the start of the Liverpool v Sunderland match. As I'm sure you're all aware - our very own Boylesports are the proud sponsor of Sunderland football club, and since this was a home game, the Boylesports/Boylepoker brand was very much in evidence at the stadium.
Little did I know how the lads were going to use this to rip the piss out of me. I'll give you all the painful details tomorrow...
Comments (6)
well after all those pints u did clear the poker room with was a champions fart . not that anyone heard it but they did smell it haha