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The Poker Player Who Killed His Mother

by Padraig Parkinson |  Published: Jan 10, '11


You have to be Irish to watch the Irish soccer team in action. It’s pretty grim stuff and thats putting it mildly. Things could be better if Stephen Ireland would play for us but he won’t.

He used to but got pissed off because some of his team mates had a bit of a laugh about him being follically challenged which in football circles is considered very funny indeed.

That explains quite a lot.

The team were on tour at the time and Mr. Ireland went home telling everyone his grandmother had died. A journalist checked this story out and found that the grandmother in question was in excellent shape for a dead person. So much so that she might have got a game for Ireland herself as a holding midfielder especially if she promised not to cross the halfway line.

When confronted by the press Mr. Ireland did confirm that this particular grandmother was in great shape but that it was his other grandmother who’d passed away. Strangely enough it transpired that the lady in question was also in the non-dead category and was herself fit enough to play for her country and would have been in with a great chance of doing so especially as manager Giovanni Trappatoni likes to play two holding midfielders.

This farce ended with the player apologising to his manager, his team mates and the Irish fans and committing himself to play his heart out every time he put on the green shirt. Actually he didn’t. He refused to play for Ireland ever again (even if his grannies were playing) which would give us a great edge a match came down to sudden death.

There was a guy from eastern Europe or Germany or some place like that who used to play in the Aviation Club de Paris a few years ago who probably read more poker books than anyone alive.

The only problem was he didn’t read any of the bits about not tilting too much and this guy was the biggest tilthead since George Bush senior.This often led to him trying to borrow money from anything up to complete strangers. He was good. One day I was having a quiet beer while asking myself how a half intelligent human being could play like such an ass when our hero approached me. Things werent good.

Apparently his mother had died and he needed five hundred to go home for the funeral. If I’d been his mother I wouldn’t have wanted him at my funeral but blood is thicker than water. Anyway I gave him the five hundred and being a suspicious chap popped into the cardroom to see if he was trying to spin up my monkey on the way but to my surprise he wasn’t. A few weeks later he reappeared as did my money so all was fine.

This guy was banging away in the cash game with some success until the wheels fell off one day and he did his bollocks. Strangely enough I was in the bar when my man arrived.

Things were bad again. He needed a few quid to go home as his mother was very ill. I told him that this was indeed bad news but that she was at least heading in the right direction. He told me to fuck off before I was able to ask him if she was elligible to play for Ireland.

Padraig is currently involved with Jesse May in hosting Irish Pub Poker Tours for medium-sized corporate groups. For info you can contact him on Twitter @padraigpoker.

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