Boyle Drunson

You can have your Hoyle cards, your Doyle Brunsons but none compare to the impact Boyle Drunson has had on cards. One of Great Britain's legends, a salt of the Earth, Bolye grew up mere meters away from the ruins of Hadrian's Wall. He had but one job out of university and that was a door to door rubbish bin salesman and then he fell into a career as a poker player. Traveling back and forth from Scotland and the North Country, Bolye with his buddies the afroed frenchman C.T. Joutier, and Camelot Slim, amassed a fortune playing in pub games and underground card houses.

As a youth, Bolye had been a prodigy on the cricket pitches as a bowler and threw a bouncer that gave the Indians fits in test matches (dots not feathers). Then he developed a strange lump on his nose. It was feared it was a dangerous polyp. Stangely enough the boil disappeared and Boyle realized that though he once had dreamed about being Britain's first dentist, cards were where his lionheart lay. This brush with death, or at least a brush with acne, forced Bolye to rededicate himself to the English games like Swollen Member Hi-Lo and Pants Down Pudding and of course Ipswich Hold 'Em which you Yanks call Texas hold 'em.

Bolye, despite his achievements as a 10 time gold watch winner at the World Cup of Poker, is best known for one memorable hand in Luton. Stumpy Niles Nielsen and Paul Ince two famous rounders were seated at the table with him. Stumpy, a tight player was having a bad night pushed in for his last 2250 pounds saying, "I'll play for it all." Ince, an intimidating man, studied his two cards intently. A portugeese girl who offered back rubs and bueno endings peeked down as she rubbed his back. Ince finally threw his cards away.

Bolye, studied Stumpy and Ince and decided his two tens might well be enough and thought maybe the chaps shared AKs. He called. At this point, the dealer a dullard of woman, thought the hand was over and dropped the deck into the loo. Boyle just about lost his 10 liter hat. Proprietor of the club, George Boy a part time transvetite, quickly said, "Comma, Comma, Comma, Commin over," and surveyed the situation.

George Boy, on that night was a girl or rather a boy dressed as girl, and blinked her/his eyelashes pensively, "Reshuffle the deck and deal them out." Stumpy showed his pocket kings and Boyle was gutted. Still the crusty old road warrior just laughed "Mates, I've been in worse sorts, you know I won two of my watches with 10-2 offsuit." The crowd groaned because they have all heard that tale endless times plus they were tired of giving the old man a standing ovation every time he limped out of the club even if it was to go the bathroom and his raging gonnerea picked up in the Boor Wars made those trips even more frequent.

The flop came out K910, the turn bric-a-brac, and the river the last 10. Boyle drew in his chips and asked Ince what he folded. "You won't believe this but I folded... those two tens." The Portugeese girl confirmed it with a knowing nod.

BULLFEATHERS__Half-man, half-bird but no George Boy!