Wonderful Dundalk was the destination last weekend for the final leg of the Irish Tour. I drove up with Pat on Saturday morning and such was my enthusiasm to get to Ireland’s capital of ‘fun’ I arrived 90 minutes early. Ok, I got the starting time wrong.
My starting table looked very similar to the Cork leg of the tour with Tim Farrelly and Ken Ralph as opponents again. The poker didn’t go well. I remember one good fold, one bad call, winning a 40/60 and losing a 30/70 eventually losing a race to exit.
Much more intriguing to me was Pats suggestion that we use the time we had on our hands before the tournament started, to nip across the border to Newry, as he “wanted to pick something up”. This got me interested. I had Pat down as a fairly straight-laced guy. Could he be involved in some subversive green diesel smuggling ring. Must be at least something illegal like, fireworks, booze. Nope not Pat, a fucking batch of kitchen rolls from Sainsbury’s I smuggled back across the border.
The highlight of the day was dinner with Pat, Tim and Dundalks most famous son, Ciaran Corbett. It was obvious Ciaran would know all the top spots and sure enough he brought us to a little gem of a restaurant. It was the best egg sausage and chips I’d had in ages.
After the feed it was back to the poker room where I planted myself behind Pat trying to bokk him. He didn’t last too long and we were home by midnight.
The tour maybe didn’t get the support it deserved over the four legs but it’s a tough environment out there. I don’t know what else they could of done to bring in the numbers; the games themselves were put on to the highest standards in good venues with decent guarantees.
I can’t sign off without giving Mad Mick McCloskey a shout out. Mick final tabled all four legs of the tour, a huge performance. Well done Mad Mick.