Tokyo is a city of uniforms. Girls on school trips in navy-blue sailor skirts. Salarymen in smartly tailored black suits. Ladies who lunch in kimonos. A bunch of them are bustling past one another in a swanky hotel lobby when an elevator opens. As Bob Sapp bounds out, it's hard to decide what's more startling -- the sight of a 375-pound American in denim shorts or the sound of his deep voice rumbling, "I'm hungry for pancakes. Time for Denny's."
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