Poker Lingerie And A Well-Deserved Bad Beat

I was collected off the train in beautiful Killarney by one of Ireland’s funniest and smartest poker operators, Mr. Connie O’Sullivan. The purpose of my visit was to promote September’s GPPT Killarney event which has a guaranteed €250,000 prize pool for a €115 buy-in (this is not a typo!). And to have the craic. This is The Kingdom of Kerry, after all. After a chat in the pub, we headed to Connie’s Cue Club to get on with the job. I had a large suitcase with me, which I opened with a flourish to display the Party Poker goodies which were to be up for grabs as spot prizes etc. That was the plan anyway. Instead, what was on display was makeup and lady’s underwear. I immediately assumed some bitch had pulled the switch on the train to get her hands on a few of those purple hoodies. Why couldn’t she just ask ffs? Then my phone rang. It was the station master from nearby Tralee. He was in possession of my suitcase and an irate lady who was running short in the underwear department. Oops. I handed the phone to Connie who at least speaks the language down here. An hour later, prisoners had been exchanged and we got on with the promotion. A couple of lads muttered they’d rather have been playing for the underwear. Looking around, I got the distinct impression they weren’t alone!

There are those who swear there is no justice at the poker table, but every now and again they get disappointed. I heard a (verified absolutely true) story on my tour around Ireland that would make you swear that there really is a poker God. It occurred in a well-known Las Vegas casino. A guy was sitting in a NLH cash game with 2k in chips in front of him. He called a raise with 44. Just as the dealer was about to deal the flop, a friend of the player passed by. He dropped 3×1k chips onto his stack muttering something about there’s the money I owe you. Never happens to me. The player was about to put these chips in his pocket but stopped dead in his tracks when Q44 appeared on the flop. He looked around and nobody seemed to notice he now had 5k in front of him. He just couldn’t help himself. The turn was another queen and he gleefully got the lot in against the poor bastard who was holding AQ. His opponent wasn’t a poor bastard for long as the river was the case queen! Obviously, the moral of the story is you shouldn’t lend money to poker players as payback is a bitch.