Congratulations to Boylepoker player Rory Rees Brennan, winner of the Irish Poker Championship 2009. Rory defeated a field of 254 players, earning him the title of Irish Poker Champion and a whopping €160,000 prize money.

To celebrate Rory’s success Boylepoker.com will be hosting a bounty tournament. If you knock out RoryReesBrennan you will earn yourself a cool $500 bounty. The details are as follows:

Event breakdown:

Name: Rory Rees Brennan Bounty

Date: Thursday January 8^th

Game: No Limit Hold’em

Type: Rebuy – 1 Rebuy + 1 Add on

Start time: 21:00

Buy-in: $10 + $1

Prize: $500 added bounty on RoryReesBrennan

Starting Chips: 1500

Blind levels: 10 minutes

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I figured it couldn’t be good news so I went on the attack with a “Do you know it’s five o’clock in the morning?” “Sorry”, said Norman “I forgot you were an hour ahead in France.” Sometimes you just can’t win.

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