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Originally Posted by Felex
I also gave up on the Trop because I also grew tired of the spectator involvement in hands as well as the non-english chatting. The floor never stops the non-english chatter even when people complain about it. I agree that throwing out two trop cards for getting comps isn't my problem, but "two players to a hand" and talking at the table in another language is a problem and it was too much for me. It's too bad because i liked the room location but it is very poorly managed. I complained about the players constantly talking to their buddies during a hand and the talking in another language but it didn't any good. So now I play elsewhere. I think there are a lot of grinders who play in teams at the Trop.
I wouldn't go there again even for a freeroll. IMHO I think the poker room management needs to be cleaned out. The room sucks.
It's funny you should bring this up about spectator involvement in the Trop poker room. A few years ago I am sitting in a 1/2 NL game stacking chips all night, one of the softest games I was ever involved in. I'm in seat 4 and a friend of mine is in seat 1, the player in seat 9 has a friend behind him...his friend was standing however. I see the guy in seat 9 turn around and motion toward my direction while talking to his friend. A few hands later I notice his friend standing behind me for no apparent reason. My friend sitting across from me gets my attention to look behind me and this guy is trying to look at my hand. So I call the floor over and tell them whats going on. The floor guy stands there for about 10 minutes as we continue to play. A few hands later I announce raise, unfortunately it was out of turn(what can I say is was 5:30 Am and I was a bit loopy) anyway some kid in seat 6 says you are cheating....so I not so kindly tell him to shut the **** up. I then get a ten minute "break" from the floor guy. As I am leaving the room the floor guy is following me barking in my ear about banning me. For the record I was calmly leaving the room, I needed a smoke anyway. As I leave the room the barking got old and I flip the guy off behind my back. After my smoke my friend tells me I'm getting thrown out. I get back to the table and there are 15 security guards waiting to escort me and my chips to the cashier. They then take me to some security room take a mug shot of me and take away my poker card and slot card. I was down there with some friends and we were staying at the Trop luckily my gf had the room in her name because they made me leave the casino completely and said if the room was in my name then everyone would have had to leave. All this because I called the floor over to keep an eye on this guy's friend.