My exit has been bothering me from the UKIPT in Cork last Thursday.
 It was the second last level of eight played on the day. I was low 
stacked (18 bigs) on what looked a tough active table with plenty chips.
 I decided to punt my stack in a bad spot with pocket two’s.
There’s nothing unusual there for me; 
you know the Father Ted episode set on the aeroplane where Dougal’s 
finger hovers over the red button with the “Do Not Press” sign. Well I’m
 a bit like that historically with the ducks. I’ve knocked myself out of
 so many tournaments with them over the years they’ve become a bit like 
my own red button, but it really was a bad spot this time.
A couple of things brought home to me 
how stupid it was to punt those chips. Firstly, Tommy Finneran winning 
the event having returned for day two with 7,500 chips, less then I lost
 in that hand. Secondly was remembering the only UKIPT I have cashed in 
to date, the first ever one in Galway which was a €2,200 buy in.
I described my starting table in that 
2009 tournament in my blog at the time as “the toughest starting table I
 ever played on, and I didn’t know a player on it”. As it turned out it 
contained an unknown, Jake Cody, Toby Lewis and Chris Brammer. The table
 never broke and I got nothing going all day, scraping through with 40% 
of starting stack.
I finished 15th in that 
tournament, never having chips but losing a race on the last two tables 
for 1.5 times the average. Basically I gave myself a chance in an event I
 never really should have had. Fast-forward to last Thursday and I 
showed an opposite mindset because I considered it necessary to take a 
bad spot to gamble because “it’s a tough table”.
That may seem long-winded way of 
describing losing 18 bigs in a 400-player field but as I said at the 
start, the hand has been bothering me and represents to me how my 
mindset has changed for the worse over the intervening years.
The day had started well getting my 15k 
starting stack up to 32k on one of the more difficult tables in the 
room. It went wrong after the second break. I had lost a couple of small
 pots and then a big one when I picked up Jacks on the small blind while
 Aidan Connolly held the button and the boots. This brought me back to 
starting stack and over the next hour I had four table moves, which is 
never ideal.
I managed to lose small pots on all my 
new tables before arriving on my last table with 6,000 chips, which was 
15 bigs. I got a temporary stay of execution when I shoved Fours on the 
button into the BB’s Aces and flopped quads. I then lost some raising 
A6s and betting two streets and checking back the river on an ace high 
flop, the bigblind held A10. My exit was within a couple of hands from 
this.
I did follow events closely online over 
the remainder of the event and was delighted to see Tommy Finneran take 
down a major Irish title. My first memory of Tommy is from the 2007 
Irish open and him 6-bet shoving on, and showing A3 to Peter Eastgate. 
You have to remember this was 2007, when this wouldn’t of been that 
prominent a play, and Tommy was a quiet rural looking lad, so it made a 
bit of an impression on me.
We’ve been good mates ever since, 
travelling together and sharing a house in Vegas in 2010. Tommy has been
 a constant in the latter stages of big Irish tournaments over the last 
six year only to run bad late. To say he deserved this one would be an 
understatement.
