The Stephen A Hunger Strike: Day 4

(Since Friday I've been on a hunger strike to bring back the Stephen A Smith radio show. I will not give in and listen to Dan Le Betard! So far, the opposition hasn't totally given in, but they will. Dammit they will)

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I've given in a tiny bit but have kept the spirit of this protest alive by only ingesting Cheese Doodles, which may in fact only further my demise. My hands are so orange that they look like I choked George Hamilton. This morning I consulted a medical doctor, dentist and guy who plays one on TV for their opinions and each gave me the same response: "Stephen who?"

The Stephen A Hunger Strike: Day 1

Today begins my hunger strike to bring Stephen A Smith back onto the radio airwaves. Stephen A is more than just the inspiration for this sometimes humorous blog. He's a role model to young kids and to the malleable and idiot adults everywhere in this sports-crazed nation, teaching them to:

1. Never compromise
2. Never admit you were horribly wrong when you said the Knicks would make the playoffs
3. Shout when you really don't have much to say
4. Begin the first and last (fuck it, every) sentence of any discussion with "Quite frankly,..."
5. Never let them see you eating Cheese Doodles

Who the hell am I supposed to listen to now? Dan Le Betard? Why don't you just blow my brains out right now and save yourself some time? Bring back Stephen A!

Pictures of my withering are soon to follow. In the meantime, keep checking in here and on MySpace.