
Aruba was nice, and I felt lucky to have been there with my mother and sister and niece. Unfortunately, my luck didn't extend to the tournament, which was heartbreaking.
There are times when I play poker and I know that I'm not playing well. I make stupid mistakes. With poker though, sometimes it doesn't matter how you play. I can play bad, make more than my fair share of mistakes, and still win. I can play perfect, and lose.
In this tournament I played perfect. We started with 10K in chips, and 3 or 4 hours after starting, I still had around 10K. I hadn't had much to play. I stole a couple hands, and I made a few really good folds that would have cost me a lot of chips. After 4 hours of play, I would have expected myself to have at least 12K or 13K in chips, but I was very happy with still being at my starting point, when I got this hand:
I was dealt 33 in the big blind. Blinds were 150/300, and the player to my left raised to 1000. He had about 12K in chips, and was, in my opinion, a very bad player. The type of player that would go way too far with an overpair or even top pair weak kicker. The only reason why he was still around was because of a few lucky breaks.
I called the 700 more, hoping to catch a 3 on the flop and hurt him if he had a good hand too. The flop came 5 3 2 with 2 clubs. I bet 1500 chips. Some people like to check and let the raiser bet so that they can trap with three-of-a-kind. I do this sometimes-- but I was really hoping that he had something good, and that he would see my bet as a kind of "feeler" bet, and then reraise me.
He reraised to 3500. I did a little acting. A short count of my chips. Looked at him a little, and then I reraised all-in. I wanted a call, but would have been happy with a fold.
For a thinking player, there were three possibilities of what I had: a flush draw with overcards, a set (which is what I had), or an overpair. If he had AK or AQ of clubs, or AA through TT or so, I was hoping that he would discount the possibility of my set and call. I really didn't want him to have an Ace-high flush draw though.
He called and turned over 66. I couldn't believe it. I would have never played my hand that way if I thought he was so weak, but he called anyway! By calling with 66, he had to believe that I didn't have a set or an overpair (because an overpair would be higher than his 66). Also-- even if I just had a flush draw, we would have been about 50:50 to win the hand. It was really a mind-boggling call, but I was happy that he made it... that is, until that 4 came on the river and gave him a 2-to-6 straight. UGG!
So that was it. The end of the tournament for me. I was pretty disappointed, and walked up and down the beach for a couple hours to clear my head (that, plus a few tasty frozen drinks at a bar).
Anyway--- that's all boring poker stuff for people who don't live poker. The important thing is that, although the competition was better than average, I didn't feel out of my league. I can compete with those people, I just need a little better luck next time.
Another cool thing in Aruba was a
butterfly farm that was just a mile or so down the beach from the hotel. They don't really "farm" butterflies, or harness them for some sort of manual labor, but it's a big netted garden with tons of plants and fountains and butterflys. I liked it. I want to have my own butterfly farm someday.
Aruba was the nicest island in the Caribbean that I've been too. It's definitely a place where I would return (especially if it was a free trip).