The surreal life

Sometimes it seems that every time I play the Fitz end of month, the evening starts with a lofty declaration to Mrs. Doke that "maybe I'll play a bit of live cash afterwards", only to end with a dejected storm down the stairs and out onto the street muttering under my breath how the biggest donkey at the table always seems to get my chips, far too tilted to even contemplate subjecting myself to the Hell of live cash. In actual fact my record there isn't all the bad: I notched up a few wins there in my first year and in my last half dozen or so outings I've had a 4th and two other cashes. But human memory is a selective thing.

At least I made the dinner break this time, and the dinners in the Fitz are so good that's almost the equivalent of a min cash. As I headed back for my second dessert, Mick O'Hora said there are some people who need to be protected from themselves when it comes to dessert tables. I think he was talking about himself but in all honesty he could just as easily have been talking about me. The rib injury is making regular exercise particularly unpalatable at the moment. The other highlight of dinner break was a good natter with David Lappin, who I'd also been talking to in Cork. David's been one of the top Irish online mtters for a while now, but since he doesn't play much live most people probably wouldn't recognise him or realise how good he is. Very savvy guy with a lot of interesting opinions and ideas about the industry.

With dinner out of the way, I got up to double starting stack, aka 20 bbs, which seemed like a decent enough stack to send into the middle in support of KQ after a serial opener in late position. Unfortunately he had AT and held.

So it was back to the online grind. Decent enough week, mostly crossbars, but enough of them for it to be profitable overall. I was just starting into my night session on Friday when I got a call from my friend Andrew (Yates). Andrew's great craic at the best of times, no better man to brighten up a dull night shift of clicking buttons. Andrew was trying to finagle my daughter's phone number out of me. Note to self: must stop putting pictures of my hot blonde teenage daughter on my Facebook to be seen by half the poker degens in Ireland. The night session wound down around 6 AM, so I decided to stay up and watch some TV and then head out to get the Irish Racing Post for the Poker supplement which I'd been told is the nuts since Ken Powell (kpnuts) took over.

As I was walking to the shop, I realised I'd put little or no thought into my clothing ensemble for this impromptu shopping expedition, and I must have cut quite the eccentric figure in my grinding poker hoody (good for the cold wee hours), my running leggings (which I got into the habit of wearing so I could head straight out for a run in the morning after a night of grinding) and my snazzy new formal shoes. So basically the top half of me looked like a degenerate gambler, the bottom half like a distance runner, but the feet were convinced they were on their way to a wedding or a funeral.

The guy in the shop asked me if I was looking for a paper. He looked positively bemused when I said "yes, the Irish Racing Post". I think after years during which our interactions consisted solely of him scanning the barcodes of running magazines and me handing him money for them, he thought I misunderstood the nature of the Racing the Irish Racing Post covers.

Anyway, I heartily recommend the supplement which appears every last Saturday of the month, and not just because there was a nice piece on me and Irish Eyes this month. There was also a very nice feature on Jono "GAWA9" Crute and a Q&A with Rob Taylor. Rob nominated me as the person he most admires in poker which coming from Rob is a huge compliment. As I've said before I think Rob is probably the guy who has taught me the most about poker down the years, and I still remember the thrill I felt the first time he mentioned me on his blog as someone he regarded as a good player.

I filmed a short interview with Big Iain in the Fitz on my plans for Vegas: no doubt it will emerge at some point. I'm starting to get psyched about Vegas this year. The new plan is pretty much the old plan: I'm staying across the road from the Rio in the Gold Coast for the first few weeks, then moving into the Rio for the main event, as I did last year. Apart from the main I'll be concentrating on the weekend holdem events and some of the smaller buyin midweek events. High variance stuff, but I see it as a once a year shot at the bracelet. One of the advantages of being entirely self staked (I don't sell percentages of myself in live events any more) is you can justifiably go into the event with the idea that you just want to maximise your chances of winning at any particular point (rather than your chance of cashing, or your equity). When you're playing with other people's money to ny extent you can't really do that, or at least you shouldn't. On the days I'm not playing a bracelet event, I'll be targeting some softer lower variance stuff like the daily and nightly tourneys in the Rio that are touristfests, and the stts.

A few people in the Fitz were asking me about EMOPS Dublin so there seems to be a good buzz building for Clontarf castle in late July. In addition to online satellites, Irish Eyes are running a great Ironman promotion at the moment that offers a really cheap way to get in. Full details at http://www.irisheyespoker.com/en/Poker/Promotions/monthly-promotions.aspx

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Busting tournaments and ribs in Cork, and a free tenner

I quite fancied playing the shorthanded side event in UKIPT Cork, but we got there too late for it so instead Mick and I headed to a very good Italian restaurant in Douglas. Mick was very tilted by the 2 minute taxi ride that set us back seven euro, but the food made up for it.

Two of my best poker friends Jason Tompkins and Feargal Nealon got headsup in the shorthanded. I think they chopped the money and duly played on for the title. Feargal was pretty happy to get a 1st on his Hendon mob at last. He also asked me to mention that Tony Rafter wished him luck during the event.

I had decided to play 1A for a number of reasons, principally because I thought it would be a softer day with less travelling pros. My two tables were grand, some good players but overall the kind of tables I'd have expected to do well at given any sort of rub of the green felt. As it was, I really couldn't have run much worse. I ran the nut flush into a flopped house for a third of my stack. I could have done the lot but with the paired board and it being early doors, I went the cautious pot control route. Other than that, I was pretty card dead. The one flop I hit (a set of fives) saw my opponent, the preflop raiser, check fold an 852r flop. Sigh.

I also had to make a very unorthodox raise fold of jacks with just 21 big blinds, something I'd never countenance normally. After an under the gun limp at 100/200 and a call, I jacked it up to 700 with jacks in the cutoff, thinking I was calling any shove. A very loose foreign guy called on the button, then a good English player in the blinds made a tiny reraise to 1700. This immediately set off alarm bells: he can't think I'm raise folding with my stack and the foreign guy had shown no ability to fold to a raise previously. So I folded. The Polish guy called and folded the nine high flop (the English guy showed aces).

I tried to tell myself that after my disciplined fold I'd get a deserved break but of course it doesn't work like that. After hanging around with the short stack for a couple of hours I got it in in a very good spot, holding tens against eights and King ten suited. When the flop came with two spades (the suit of the Kt) my heart sunk thinking I now needed to fade spades as well. Turn and river bricked but to my horror the dealer started pushing the chips towards the eights. I hadn't even noticed the 8 on the flop :)

Cork was also the event when my money stopped running good: I had shares in a number of people, not even one of whom cashed.

The following day I was walking down the ramp in the hotel with Mick when my ankle went from underneath me in a divot in the carpet. I fell forward and didn't manage to get my hands down in time, so I basically bounced on the ramp. I was winded but felt good enough afterwards to continue on to dinner with Mick, Jason, Alan and Nick (Newport). After coming back and playing the triathlon (two hands: I raised AQs and gave up after most of the table called and the flop came jack high all one suit not mine. Then I reshoved jacks with 19 bbs over a raiser who unfortunately had queens), I lay down for a while and suddenly started to feel very bad indeed. A trip to A&E seemed like a good idea so I went to ask reception to arrange it. As I was doing that, both Steven Merrick and Phil Baker materialised with offers of lifts. I went with Steven's superior local knowledge.

Initially things looked like they were moving along nicely. A nurse asked me a pile of questions and prodded me to see where it hurt and how much. Then they did some sort of heart test. The last time I had one of these a few years ago the doctors reported that I had an abnormally large heart, so they suspected a rather horrible disease called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. After a few months of tests they concluded the abnormally large heart was just the healthy result of genetics and the extreme amounts of cardio training I was doing for ultra marathons at the time. So this time I was well prepared for the "your heart is way too big" result. Unfortunately, I may have done too good a job convincing them I was in no immediate danger. They sent me back to the waiting room with the promise of an X ray. After 6 tilting hours there watching people come and go and rereading a sign that said "your position in the queue depends on the severity of your situation", I realised they'd basically lost interest and I might very well be bottom of the queue for eternity. Phil rang to ask how I was and came to rescue me around 2.30 AM (he was back playing in the main the next day but still went out of his way to get me: what a legend).

I also played the 300 side event. I got off to a pretty good start but then basically just hung around through a long period of card death. Late in the day I should have doubled up through Nick Abou Risk after opening AQ on the button and calling his KQ shove but the board straightened up and we chopped. Right before the end I shoved 18 bbs from the small blind with A8s into Nick's A5o in the BB and he binked a five. That's poker baby: at least the chips went to a good home (I think Nick ended up 4th). Nick's not only a great player but also a gentleman so nobody should begrudge him any luck he might get.

It all added up to my first losing trip in a while. I wasn't too bothered to be honest: I was due a losing trip and I think it was down to how I ran rather than how I played. A few of my friends did very well: Jason not only chopped the short handed with Feargal but went deep yet again in the main AND cashed in the triathlon, and Phil and Chris (Dowling) both final tabled the main event. The same names keep popping up deep in Irish tournaments which I think proves my point that anyone can luckbox a big result (or two) but the real class players get deep over and over again.

When I got home my own doctor gave me the rather gloomy news that the damage from the fall was a bunch of strained muscles (the biggest of which is the diaphragm: something Phil had guessed using his kick boxing experience) and damage to the rib cartilege and joints that'll take 4-6 weeks to clear. All of which unfortunately means going to Vegas carrying an injury. This was the norm when I was doing the extreme running, but it's a first for poker.

I've been tipping along online, nothing major to report. I'm still enjoying how soft the Irish Eyes evening tourneys are.

My daughter graduated from her secondary school today (and gave a great speech at the ceremony: well done Fiona). I had to chuckle when the priest presiding over the ceremony advised us all to take our kids computers away and ban them from Facebook. When I was that age the standard advice was similar,with the result that my parents basically never allowed me to play video games. Now I look at my young grinder friends who sharpened their ease with technology and trained their decision reflexes with thousands of hours of video games, perfect preparation for them as they now 40 table their way to fortunes. Meanwhile, my brain starts to fry once I hit ten tables. That's what you get when you waste your youth on history books and science projects, instead of the really useful stuff you can learn from video games :)

I'm playing the Fitz EOM later today, and heading to Carlow the weekend after next for the CPT Grand final. After that, it's Vegas baby.

Finally, news of an Irish Eyes offer. Irish Eyes Poker are in the process of looking at launching a new poker platform to compliment our existing site but would like to test it.

Called Terminal Poker, the game very much resembles Full Tilt's Rush Poker but is also designed to be deployed in casinos and other physical places, where we can operate our cash in cash out service.

Anyone interested in trying this, signup to the site and let us know your username - email team@irisheyespoker.ie, and then we will send €10 to your account so you can play a bit and look through the software.

We should say this is a very new plarform and there may be 10 or less players online when you log in.

So, to do this you need to do the following:

1. Sign up with the cardroom CardClubGames through this link: https://www.cardclubgames.com:443/Register.aspx?RegCode=27AFE99B-67D0-46EA-A64C-629752CF2558
2. When your account is created and verified, email us your username.

3. Your account will be credited with a free €10 instant bonus within a few business hours*.

* The bonus is only valid for poker (not casino).
* The minimum amount that can be withdrawn is €20.
* In order to withdraw you must have played at least 250 raked hands. Stats will be visible in your account
* Only one code per account allowed.
* General bonus rules apply.

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Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang?

As you may have read elsewhere, I've been appointed the new Team Irish Eyes Poker captain. The role is different from the traditional "sponsored player": essentially my role is to provide a player's point of view to improve the player experience.

I've been playing on Irish Eyes Poker for a while now, mainly because the network is so soft :) I'm particularly looking forward to meeting all Team Irish Eyes Poker players at July's EMOP Dublin leg in Clontarf Castle. This promises to be one of the highlights of the Irish calendar with local players pitting their wits against the regular European crowd the EMOPS attracts. Players who sign up using signup code 'doke' to join Team Irish Eyes Poker get a great 30% rakeback deal and a 10% live bonus which can be used to buy into live events as a Team player. In addition, Team players receive an EMOP Bubble guarantee, hospitality at EMOP events, and the Last Team player playing at EMOP Dublin wins a 2,000 euro EMOP package to another EMOP event.

If you already have an account and want to join the Team, drop me an email, tweet or message at Facebook or Irish Poker Boards with your account details and I'll get the good people at Irish Eyes to sort it out for you.

To launch my captaincy of Team Irish Eyes Poker, Irish Eyes are running a new league online from this Monday 16th May to Sunday 12th June where the winner of the league will get a Free seat for the Northern Open, and hotel accommodation for the event, on from the 17th June in the Fairways Hotel, Dundalk.

Play in the Deep Stack tournaments on Irish Eyes Poker every day at 16.00pm or 21.55pm. These have a €10 entry fee and have a €1,000 gtd prize pool.

EDIT: Irish Eyes Poker have generously added a ticket only prize in a special private 9 man tournament, for players that come in positions 2 - 10 of the league. We can stagger the chips based on the finishing position, and suggest as it is a deep stack tournament league, the following chips stacks will apply:

2nd = 6000
3rd = 5500
4th = 5000
5th = 4500
6th = 4000
7th = 3500
8th = 3000
9th = 2500
10th = 2000

This final game we propose to set up for Tuesday 14th June at 21.00.

There are 56 in total between Monday 16th May and Sunday 12th June. Play as many as you like and the best 8 results will go to your league points.

How it works: You MUST register to take part in this league by emailing your username to team@irisheyespoker.ie

The 'LOWEST' point scorer in the league wins. Your finishing position in each of your best 8 Deep Stack events are totalled to give your final point score.
Winner of the Deep Stack is in 1st position which equals 1 point. The player that finishes in 42nd position gets 42 points. So the higher you some in each of your best 8 tournaments, the lower the points you will have in the league.

Player positions will be posted on Irish Poker Boards.

Best of Luck. I'm going to play a few of these but I'm excluding myself from the league. :)

I made my Dublin City FM debut with Breifne today. It was good craic and hopefully I'll be back there regularly. Breifne came up with a great bankroll management type project that hopefully will get off the ground.

On the online poker side, I had a pretty good week, some very deep runs on Irish Eyes and Party. I've also cashed in most of the SCOOPs I've played so far, but nothing to get overly worked up about.

I'm heading to Cork on Wednesday with Mick Mccloskey for the UKIPT. I expect I'll have to make my way to some roundabout or other for Mick to pick me up cos that's how he rolls.

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The real Jamie Gold of Irish poker...

Where's this D4 anyway?
This year JP moved his Masters from his traditional base in Tallaght (the Maldron) to D4. This well publicised fact somehow escaped my attention, so last Thursday evening having just tweeted "heading to the Maldron for the JP Masters" I did just that. My friends Jono and Cory were supposed to have arrived at Doke Manor to stay in the building Mrs. Doke had constructed in the garden that is the subject of some marital debate (I view it as a shed while she insists it's a "studio"). The Belfast whizkids had missed the appointed bus so instead had headed to the venue. As we approached the Maldron, I texted Jono so the lads would be out in front with their luggage. No sign of them when we got there. No sign of anyone in fact, when I went inside to find them. Three people in the bar, none of them poker players as far as I knew. Not a good sign. The room upstairs used for the poker completely empty. Definitely not good.

A quick phone call to Jono revealed their location and that of the tournamemt. Mrs. Doke was not exactly impressed by her lesser half's latest absent-mined professor gaffe, but good sport that she is she tends to just get on with things. Thirty minutes of sudden lane changes and marginal traffic light pushes while her terrified husband screamed "It's only a side event: it's not the end of the world if I miss a few hands!", I was sitting down to the short-handed between two of my favourite slapheads, Nicky "No pair no draw no cards no hair" Power and Roberto Taylor.

Player gone!
No sooner had I started to enjoy the banter at the table than I hear a "Player Gone!". I look up and see the becapped head of Jono smiling wryly as he walked away from the table. Another epic live fail from the internet whizz. Meanwhile at my table Nicky was in cracking form, although perhaps not taking the poker seriously (he went out shoving Q4o from utg+1 for lots). Rob was in great form too, he even took the inevitable bad beat on the chin.

I got unlucky too: unlucky James McManus actually had a hand when I reshipped an ace on the button over his umpteenth open :) 6 max is good fun though.

What's with the cap?
A couple of weeks ago during a slightly drunken late night Skype chat, Jono had suggested if he wore a suit to the main event, I should wear a cap. I found it hard to believe he even owned a suit so decided to call his bluff.
Ger's got game, Jono's got suit!

Unfortunately this was a bad read and the kid showed up in a suit he'd bought for a wedding, and a pink and blue cap for me. This didn't fit my abnormally big head but Jono's a resilient guy so there was a plan B: his classic NY Giants cap. This did fit: it also fit perfectly with the "midlife crisis" look.

I almost avoided the embarrassment of having to wear it when Jono managed to lock it inside the shed/studio. With the key firmly wedged in the lock on the inside of the door preventing the door being opened from the other side, it wasn't looking good for the wedding suit and the cap until Mrs. Doke turned up and managed to dislodge the key from the outside.

Lucky cap?
After running the gauntlet of cap-related abuse in the hotel before kickoff, I settled down at my table hoping that at the very least the cap might prove lucky (a rather fanciful belief given the cap had not cashed live since the IPO a couple of years earlier). I kept out of trouble and chipped up steadily to just under two starting stacks with no real incident. An acceptable day 1.

Dinner was a two shift affair, and with the word from the early birds being "steer clear of the hotel slop", I headed up the road for some fish and chips with Rob, Eoin Olin and Cory. All were going well although Cory was having to contend with the blaaaaaahs (Jason Tompkins 3 betting him both willy and nilly almost every time he opened).

Jono got off to a flyer and even managed to cripple his hero Ger Harraghy with a two outer. While Ger was still reeling from the loss to his immediate neighbour in the wedding suit, his phone beeped. It was a text from Jono that read simply "OUCHO". After Ger's exit, I got moved into the seat. Dealer Gemma, looking at me and the kid, made the kindest comment anyone did all weekend ("I'm seeing double"). Things were looking good for the kid to make a day 2 until he ran second nut straight into nut straight. Oucho.
Seeing double


Cory meanwhile was playing an absolute blinder. Despite having the worst seat in the room (Jason Tompkins to his immediate left, TheRealFDT to his left, and Eoin Olin and Tony Baitson also at the table), he chipped up to 77k.
Blaaaaah 3 bets Cory again


Day 2
Day 2 was much more eventful for me. The most interesting name on my redraw table was Cathal Shine to my immediate right. Cathal is a regular in the top 5 or 10 Irish online mtters on the P5's Irish rankings, and I've played with him a fair bit online. Nick Newport was also at the table. THe most interesting hand I played was against Cathal, but played out the way it did mainly because of Nick, Nick had just lost a big one where he raised KK utg and flatted a threebet from his neighbour, and got it in on a nine high flop against a set of nines. Next hand, Cathal raised in early position, and I found my first hand of the tourney, aces, just behind. I quickly flatted as Nick was now left with a reshipping stack, and was hoping he might go for a steamy squeeze. He resisted, so now it's just me and shinerr. The flop came 996 and I flatted his cbet. He fired again when a ten hit the turn, and I flatted again. He gave up on the river. So not exactly as I hoped, but an acceptable enough result.

I hovered around 70 to 80k for most of the day until I doubled up through James Waldron after a table move. I opened queens utg, button flatted, James squeezed from the small blind, I shoved, and he called with the jacks. The girls held for once.

Another table move late in the day saw me wedged between two of the three friends I'd just had dinner with, Albert Kenny on one side, and Alan McIntyre on the other.

Future superstar, Alan McIntyre


The aggressive Richard Hinds was just the other side of Alan, and Eoin Olin to his left, so it wasn't the nicest of seats. I'd drifted back a bit when I finally got a bit of a stack thanks to two slightly controversial calls. First I called Albert's 11 bb button shove with KJo. Online I wouldn't even think about it, I'd just click call and move on, and live it's probably fair to say I call a good bit lighter than most in these spots. Basically, if the maths says call I don't mind calling even if I think I'm usually behind (but have the correct price against the overall range). On this occasion I actually expected to be ahead, but was actually behind, at least temporarily, to A4o. But I pulled ahead of the flop and stayed ahead.

The second call was with jack high, as my opponent reminded me in the shop the following day, obviously still smarting from it. I opened JTs for my standard not much more than a min raise in the cutoff and Richard shoved 15 bbs from the small blind. I decided I was calling if I was getting 6 to 4 as I figured I had about 43% against any reasonable reshoving range and having calculated I was getting the price, made the call rather quickly. Richard turned over A9o, I just flopped the flush, no messing about, and a clearly disgusted Richard went off to tell the bloggers about the disgusting call Doke had just made with jack high. I obviously expected to be behind (or flipping at best) but thought I'd rarely if ever be worse than a 6 to 4 dog, so I'd make the call again any day of the week. Coming up to the bubble when I found myself wedged betweena rampant Marc McDonnell, Cathal Shine and Alan, and grappling with card death meaning I was playing almost no hands, Richard had made a swipe about me clearly folding to the money. This remark suggested to me that he might see me as slightly scared money and therefore be more likely to be reshipping absolute spanners, another factor tipping me towards the call there.

These two calls and suckouts pushed me up to 400k near the end of the day, but I managed to do almost half of that in the last orbit. I had one raise snapped off, and then on my big blind it's folded to Ciaran McGivern who looks like he's folding til he realises it's been folded to him, and then he thinks and raises instead. I peel my first card: ace, and decide it's enough in itself to be 3 betting here and if Ciaran's body language is to be taken at face value he has nothing anyway. Ciaran unfortunately 4 bets me, so I now realise sadly I've been taken in by a bit of Hollywooding and I have to look at my other card to see if I can continue in the hand. It's a rather disappointing three so into the muck with it.

Last hand of the night I did another chunk with the second nut flush against Alan's nut flush. That left me 12/13 overnight.

At home, Jono was giving us a good triple crown sweat. Having won tourneys on Party and Stars already this week, he stood to claim a coveted PocketFives triple crown if he could win a decent sized tourney on another network. He was headsup on Ipoker when I arrived home with Cory but after a few suckouts a 3:1 chiplead disappeared and he told me wryly when I came back from checking mail in the other room "We have no points". Only a matter of time though.


Day 3
My day 3 campaign was severely hampered by Jason having direct position on me. I felt Jason would quickly pick up if I started opening light so I didn't bother.
Time to 3bet Doke again



Pretty much nobody else in the country seems to understand my basic live game as well as the Athyminator so I never enjoy being to his right. Eventually I found a hand, tens, utg, and opened. Sure enough Jason 3 bets me and I'm about to 4 bet shove when I hear Alan say "all in" in the big blind. The tens are an easy fold now. The two lads have a pair of kings each (I wouldn't have sucked out). Alan having kings saved me as there was no way I thought my tens weren't huge against Mr. Tompkins.

Noel Clarke gets doked

It also needs to be recorded that not for the first time I got very lucky at one point against Noel Clarke. Noel runs very bad against me so when I shipped a suited queen into his suited ace blind on blind (my situation worsened by the suits being the same), it was no surprise that the queen appeared to save me. Noel took it like a gent but it obviously hurt. He apparently lives on an Arctic Island up near the North Pole (or something) and only gets out a few times a year to play, and every time he does I'm there sucking out on him. Joking aside, he made a correct and courageous call and that's all you can do. As he was led away to claim his prize, I remembered I'd bought a percentage of him, and hoped he'd forget about it til next time I saw him, but a few minutes later he was walking back to give me my cut. Oucho.

The disadvantage of playing so tight is when I did find a couple of hands, kings and aces once each, I didn't get much action. I basically jogged up and down on the spot til the final table formed.
Reminiscing with JP


JP did some pre final table interviews as I remembered that it was at the JP Masters the first year I played it where I shook off the "Jamie Gold of Irish poker" tag some had given me after I won the European Deepstack but failed to get another result for a few months until I final tabled the Masters. It's fair to say this tournament has been good to me: in the 4 times I've played it, I final tabled twice, and went out on the second last table once.
Jason looks suspicious as I chop the IPB Last Longer with him
Once again, Jason was to my immediate left. There was just him and me left in the IPB Last Longest now so I suggested chopping that to get it out of the way. After a joking refusal, he agreed. I was starting to regret this as with 7 left Jason had become the short stack. I was sticking to my usual very basic strategy with 20 bbs or less: ship or fold. By taking any shove I deemed positive expectation, I steadily moved my stack towards the average without showdown. The key to that strategy is to get big enough so that when you do run into a caller you can take a hit (alternatively you can be lucky enough to have the aces this time, or suck out). I was almost there when it got folded to me on the button and I found ace ten. With Jason perilously low behind, I considered a normal raise to induce a shove from hands I crush, but the problem was the big blind Eoin Olin. Eoin is very competent and aggro in these spots and I really didn't want to induce him to shove a hand I'm not much better than flipping with, so in the end I stuck to plan A and moved everything in front of me into the middle. As it happened, all the chips were going in pre no matter what I did. Once Jason quickly called I figured I was in bad shape, and was. His AK flopped 2 pair and crippled me down to 7 bbs.

That meant I basically had an orbit to get it in, and a few hands later K5s looked good enough to go with from early position. Rafter flatted the button for a big chunk of his stack so I figured I was in bad shape but was hoping 30/70 at least. The SB then reshipped and I now feared the worst. Rafter folded AQ apparently and the other guy had KK. Not enough hearts appeared for my liking so it was time to shake some hands and leave the scene.

Busto


I went to get something to drink with Mick McCloskey to shake off the disappointment. No regrets, the AT ship was standard and in the end I had the choice of shipping the K5s or shipping blind next hand. I was just unlucky on both occasions to run into hands that crushed me but I'd run well to that point.

I was hoping either Jason or Alan would go on to win. Apart from the fact that they're both good mates of mine, I thought they were the pick of the players left. Unfortunately they were the next two out before a 4 way chop. Had it been played out, my money would have been on Eoin Olin to win, which given my record wih Jason and Alan probably means he'd have been fourth had it been played out :)

It was my first time actually playing with Alan and he impressed me as a tremendous natural talent with immense potential. Jason always brings it and is probably my biggest rival on the Irish scene in terms of consistency in these things. JP joked at the start of the final table that every time he runs a tournament, one or both of us makes the final table.

Also, special mention to Mark McDonnell, who once again got unlucky when it looked like he was crushing an entire tournament. Mark always seems to get unlucky just before the final table but one of these days, one of these days...
One of these days kid, one of these days...


Turbos ftw
The last side event was an $80 turbo. I find it hard to resist a good turbo, and with only 2 tables, it seemed like a good way to blow off some steam. Breifne Earley was the early chipleader using the rather novel strategy of playing every hand blind. My most interesting hand was the first one I played. The irrepressible Phil Baker had just arrived to my immediate left. Most of the table limped and I found AKs on the BB. Playing 40 bbs it's a good spot to stick in a big raise, but I know Phil likes to get creative in these spots so I just limped along. The fact that the hand was suited meant that if worst came to worst and there was no raise, I had a well disguised hand that played well multiway. As it happened, Phil went for the squeeze with 54s and folded after I shoved. While he was tanking he asked me if I had a pair, saying he'd call if I told him I hadn't. I assured him I had a pair and when he folded showed him my pair (of clubs). Any table with Phil at it is going to be noisy and entertaining, so it was a shame to see him leave.
The fabulous Baker boy


In the end, I got headsup with Breifne. I had just over half so took the title (and most importantly the first place on the Hendon Mob :)) I joked to Jono afterwards that my Hendon mob for that one day, featuring as it did two final tables and a "win", was more impressive than his entire one :)

By now most people had left. I somehow ended up playing a weird version of Chinese poker with Mick, Phil and Ger (Harraghy). Deena attempted unsuccessfully to buy me and Mick a drink but Mick was having none of it. In recent months he's totally cast off the role of the world's best round dodger and he's buying drinks willy nilly left right and centre.
Mick wants to buy you drink


Also well done to Rory Brown who was third in the more legit 150 side event. And a big well done to JP and his crew. They never fail to deliver and while they must have been disappointed by the numbers I'm sure this event can grow in the future.

EPT Country of the Year
At the Irish Open recently, my friend Steve Berto told me that my cash in Berlin had pushed Ireland to the top of the EPT Country of the Year table. I found it hard to believe a 56th place finish could do that, but it turns out it's calculated as percentage of cashes to total number of entries, and you need 16 cashes to qualify (to stop a small country winning it with one cash). As my Berlin cash was the 16th and final Irish cash of the season it meant we moved onto the table at the very top, ahead of Spain. Poker's not a team sport but at a time when our ability as a nation was called into question I guess it's nice to win this. It was certainly a team effort as it took the efforts of 13 different players to get us to 16. Special well done to Tom "The Bomb" Finneran who got three, and Bobby Willis who got two. Apparently the 13 of us get to play a 10K freeroll at the next London EPT which should be good craic.

Well done to to my German pal Maxi who not only got headsup in 2 consecutive EPTs but followed it up by winning 2 EPT awards.

Connie's kingdom
Earlier this week I headed down to the Kingdom with Mrs. Doke for a couple of days. Connie had asked me to go talk to some of the more promising and proficient players there. Featuring as they did a Killarney main event winner, several Irish Open qualifiers, and a few online winners, my qualifications to teach them anything are somewhat questionable, but I greatly enjoyed the time I spent with them. My son Paddy challenged me recently as to what if anything I was doing to help out in the current economic mess Ireland is in, and it occured to me that maybe one thing I could do is steer some people in the right direction to making a good living from poker. So Connie's invitation was well timed and I'm always open to any casinos or clubs who want to try something similar.

While I was there I played a satellite for the UKIPT in the Cue Club. Connie's hospitality was rewarded (not!) when we got headsup and he saw at first hand how well the Dokester can run at times, as I won a few flips and 40/60s to claim the prize.

I had another good week online. Didn't play much volume but did well in the little I played. I got a second in the 20K on Irish Eyes, a third in the 15K on Party, a deepish run in a SCOOP and a few other bits and bobs.

Vegas is just round the corner so my thoughts are starting to turn to there. I'm very confident this year with how I'm playing and running. Basically I'm doing about as well as I was at this stage last year online (and last year was so good online I'd take it every year) but considerably better live.

Before Vegas I have a UKIPT to win, and a CPT grand final. There are also some other things in the pipeline, including a regular slot with Breifne on Dublin City FM's Sunday afternoon sports show (I should be making my debut there this Sunday) which I'm excited about. My second column for Player Ireland (on the Irish Open) should be out soon and there is another big piece of Doke news you'll be hearing about soon in the next blog and elsewhere.

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