Brock:Sake Bomb Samurai

ARTICLE BY BLAIR FORTSON

"Saaaaaake Bomb!" Is what Delvin and I hear as we enter our favorite sushi spot, Rusans. This loud and powerful chant is instantly followed by cheering and what seem to be manly grunts. Most of which can't be made out but I was able to hear one guy say, "Drink that beer, you can beat him!" Delvin, Alex, and I look at each other extremely puzzled and then we went and took our seats. We were soon greeted by a taller, white, blonde gentlemen who looked to be about 23 or 24 years of age. He has a very laid back disposition we observe from the way he speaks to us. "Hey guys, my name is Brock. What will we be drinking tonight?"

  We promptly tell  him what we want to drink and we even order our meals because we've only been there a million times. He leaves and quickly returns with our drinks, has a quick conversation with us, and then disappears back into the crowd. Across the restaurant we hear again. "Saaaaaaake Bomb!", followed by the defeated grunts of about five or six young men as they lay slouched over their chairs. It was at this very moment we realized that the victor, and aggressive challenger of these young men was none other than our waiter, Brock. He quickly snaps back to his laid back self, walks to the back, and brings us our food. He asks as if we need anything but at this very moment our mouths have dropped down too far to respond. After we eat our food, Delvin decides that he wants to challenge the Sake Bomb Samurai to his very own game. So this is it. Brock, Delvin and I challenge you to your greatest sport. the Sake Bomb!