Irish Poker Festival Day 2 - Bed, Bubble and Booze
by Niall Smyth | Published: Oct 09, '11
Read Part I of Niall Smtyh’s blog on how he won the Irish Poker Festival in Killarney.
My day starts like the previous with Barry waking me to get up and go play the tournament. He was unlucky to be out the previous day when he got it all in with A-A v A-K for a 100k pot after five levels. I again inform him that I’ll just skip the first two levels and go down at 3:30 p.m. but I get up with little resistance this time. I should probably take this moment to thank Barry Kilbane for getting me to play this tournament cause without him I surely wouldn’t have made day 1 or day 2.
However, after the first two hours I wish he had left me in bed ’cause in the midst of trying to use my big stack I had lost 50k. I didn’t get any beats just picked constant bad spots in a little rage I walked off out for a cig to calm the nerves.
Afterwards, I still had an above average stack and was picking off pots nicely. I was never really put to any tests and I chipped back up to 150k without much of a sweat. The only hand I can really remember during the four hours was with a load of limpers. I’m on the button with the power house 7-2. I honestly would never do this but it seems such a good spot I had to try steal. I got one caller. The flop came 10-9-7 and the caller led out and I called behind. My exact thoughts were I haven’t an iota where I am in the hand but I do have position. The next card is a 5 and he bet out again, I thought for 2-3 mins before I called. The river brought a jacl he checked and I checked and he showed K-8.
After the dinner break I decided its time to start having a pint or two just to relax as we are nearing the bubble. A hand develops when blinds are 2000-4000; under the gun pushes and then a guy in mid-position calls/pushes. I have about 130k and am all set to fold my big blind when I look down at JJ. I tanked for a while because it’s hardly the best spot ever but after a lot of talking from the second raiser I call. under the gun has 7-7, mid-position has 8-8. I was looking good to win the hand until the river brought an unfortunate 8 to leave me having to try grind my way back into contention.
When we got four from the bubble no one at my table wanted to take control and I shoved a lot of hands because even the bigger stacks seemed like they wanted to cash so I chipped up nicely, winning four pots in a row at one stage alternating shoves v min raises.
A few hands after the bubble bursts I look at A-10 mid position somewhere, my stack is too big to shove so I min raise plus an ante. The small blind and big blind both call and of course I flop gin: A-T-6. The small blind bets out so I tank a bit and call, the turn is a jack which I am happy enough with. Again, the small blind bets out and I tank a good bit longer and call. The river is a 7, he bets I push five big blinds more all in and he calls after rivering with A-7 and I have a very nice double up.
Towards the end of the night I’m just stealing here or there. I’m around 400k at one point when I lose two pots in a row after raising pre, I’m down to 300k and then I make a move with Q-J where I three-bet and get called. I bet a king-high flop, he moves in and I fold.
Down to 100k…shite!
I manage to get a few pushes through here and there and make it to day 3 with 200k – about 22nd with 27 left. At least I know that I’ll have easy decisions the following day…
Major craic in the bar on Saturday night, the place is crazy with the people from the celebrity tournament hanging around and everyone is drunk if not hammered, this was the first time I got talking to John Kalmar and I have to say thought the guy was dead sound and funny, he’d chat away for the night if you let him.
At three I have the decision to switch to shorts or go home. I decide to go home lying to myself all the time that I was getting up for the Ireland Vs. Italy rugby match at 8:30 p.m..