Omaha drought at pechanga & Fishing at Barona
Had the opportunity to play lots of poker over the last couple of days...unfortunately, my results were abysmal.

Saturday night I got on the Omaha game at Pechanga and blew through my entire buy-in in a few hours...-$120

Monday night I played 2 different $3-$6 Hold'em sessions at Barona Valley Ranch. +$80 & +$70 respectively. This place is the biggest fish pond in San Diego. The players are so bad, it sends the variance through the roof.

I had one donkey call me down with 4-4 on a board of K-9-6 6 10. I raised pre-flop with A-Q and led out on every street. After I bet the river, he kind of shrugs his shoulders as if to say "oh well, i guess i'm beat, but i'll call 'cause i'm the last asshole in the pot" Fucking idiot.

I did manage to get to bed up $150 for the night. The rooms at Barona are nice...nothing special, just nice. Above average bathroom with soaking tub, glass stall shower and a nice marble sink.

We headed out to the golf course the next morning...I played awful on the front 9. Shot 46 from the tips (7100 yds.) which included a penalty for playing a wrong ball out of their unusually high rough. The wind was up all day and with only about 5 trees on the entire course, there is absolutely no protection from the elements. The back 9 was different though. I played much better, shot 40 which included 3 clutch putts to halve holes where my partner was in his pocket. We ended up losing three bets, pressing, and winning two back on 17 & 18.

After dinner, Barona has an above average buffet, I decided to try and take another small withdraw from the Barona Poker Room. The first three hands I pick up A-10 suited under the gun, J-10 suited in the big blind and A-K in the small blind. I raised all three hands and never saw the turn once. A player two seats down from me says "we got a no-limit player who can't get a seat on the NL game". What a fuckin' asshole. It really made ma want to tell the guy to stfu and mind his own business, but cooler heads prevailed...for a while. This game was a train wreck too. Players calling two bets under the gun w/ Q-2 offsuit and flopping two pair. Player in a raised multiway pot shows down 4-2 suited to pick up a huge pot when he flopped a set of 4's. Players acting out of turn, players calling $3 in a Kill pot instead of $6. It was miserable and I was stuck $120 before you know it. I reached for another 10 Big Blinds and eventually walked out of the room down $180 for the day, -$30 for the trip.

The coup de grace was my final hand. I am under the gun in a Kill pot with my patience dwindling right along with my chip-stack. I make it $12 to go with pocket 6's. Players fold around to big mouth two seats down and he calls the $12, then the Killer, to my left says "i have a pocket pair, might as well call". Flop comes down 4-3-2. I make a continuation bet of $6 and the guy to my left raises to $12, big mouth calls and i call. The turn is another 4. I guess at this point I am a bit optimistic, hoping he has pocket 5's with the open ended straight draw. I check, he bets $12 and big mouth calls and I call. Last card is another 2 and even though I only have $2 left, I check. My left bets the 12 and big mouth lays it down and i huck my last $2 in the pot. The old man turned quad 4's. Good for him. Big mouth yells out, "I made a great laydown, saved myself $12, I had A-K." I looked at him and said, "great laydown, what do you mean great laydown?" He says "yeah, I was drawing to the 5 high straight...you had A-K too, right?" I told him that I had pocket 6's and if the 5 came down he would have been dead to my 6-high straight. Now he's EVEN MORE CONVINCED that he made THE LAYDOWN OF THE YEAR! What a moron...so I told him in plain English, "you had the third best hand, third best draw, yeah, GREAT laydown on the River."

What an idiot.

so, anyway...-$120 at Pechanga and -$30 at Barona.

-$44 for the year.