Runner Runner Pair

Almost 1,400 players showed up for Boyles IPO at the weekend, demonstrating that if the price is right, Ireland is where it’s at. The organisers did get a bit carried away and started listing off nationalities of the contestants as though they’d all traveled over especially for the event. I’d be prepared to bet that the Pakistani entrants were more likely to have travelled from Dublin 6 than Karachi but it sounds good anyway!

Late in Day 1 I swapped 5 percent with Nicky Power even though he was already out. If you don’t get into the spirit of things you might as well stay at home! The ungrateful bastard accused me of playing The Long Game on Twitter though to be fair to him he waited until after he’d got paid before launching this reprehensible attack on my character.

I’ve heard a lot of unsolicited bad beat stories in my life but I now have a new all time favourite. A guy who was a little tired and emotional sadly told me he’d lost a HUGE pot when his opponent hit runner-runner to win with one pair. Tough beat!

Boys will be boys and the team commentating on the live streaming (led by the fearless Ciaran Corbett) spent the weekend taking the piss out of each other. At one stage they left Neil Channing and John O’Shea chatting away on mics to an audience of no one for an hour as they’d stopped streaming for the day. I don’t think Neil minded. At least O’Shea was listening. Damo was the next victim when they announced a phone in quiz and gave his cell phone number! He wasn’t dreadfully pleased though he did get to demonstrate an impressive vocabulary of expletives.

It all ended in spectacular style. Those of us who have believed for years that The Regency is held together by a mixture of chewing gum and prayer weren’t too surprised when, during the middle of the Irish monsoon, the ceiling in the foyer leaked like a sieve, right down on top of the hotel’s ad for their wedding facilities (which doesn’t advise prospective customers that they should consult the weather man before picking the happy day). It looked like it was curtains when it started to rain in the bar but in true IPO style the staff soldiered on. What more could a man ask?