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Certainly, elite golfers are elite athletes. I’ve never understood why anyone would question that. Championship golf (not “Coach Hacking) requires strength, coordination, rhythm, stamina, extreme focus and concentration, and the fine motor skills of a neurosurgeon. The idea is to “save the patient.” And the patient is the golfer himself. “Physician, heal thyself,” indeed.

Five hours with yourself.  I did not say “by yourself.” There can be no more brutal or unforgiving company.

Jon Rahm? Hombre. Just two weeks after testing positive for COVID and being disqualified from The Memorial with a six-shot lead, Rahm became the first golfer in U.S. Open history to birdie the final two holes to secure a one-shot victory. The happiest of Fathers Days for that new dad.

Athlete? Understatement.

Apparently NBA “home court advantage” ain’t what it used to be. Visit the Brooklyn Nets and Philadelphia 76ers for confirmation. Both teams rolled snake-eyes in a Game Seven with a trip to their respective conference final rounds on the line. My only theory? I think the new trend for home teams to wear their dark unis has confused and disoriented The Basketball Gods.

OK.  It’s Monday. And Cole Beasley is still an idiot. Cole has always had a chip on his shoulder the size of a garbage can lid. To some extent I understand it. Here’s a guy who has had to fight his way up the ladder on every rung of his football career dating back to high school. Neither I nor anyone else should ever question his toughness. But Cole must have passed on taking any logic or critical thinking classes at SMU.

The NFL has not mandated vaccinations for players, as questionable as that decision may be. But the league has established separate protocols for vaccinated and unvaccinated personnel, which it has every right to do. Beasley contends he and other unvaccinated players are being discriminated against. Absurd. He says he’d rather retire than get vaccinated. That might not be a bad idea anyway.  Beasley has taken some frightening punishment over the course of his career.

Finally, in a truly impressive spew of illogic, Beasley says his chances of contracting COVID are as low as his chances of making it to the NFL were. See the connection?  No, me neither. I guess Cole’s playbook doesn’t include Venn Diagrams.  A mind is a terrible thing.

Oh, one more thing. Looks like the Tokyo Olympics are gonna happen and there’s nothing anybody can do to stop them. I’m resigned to that.  But today’s news that up to 10,000 spectators will be allowed to attend each Olympic event is dumber than particularly slow dirt that had to repeat second grade.

There’s only one way I can think of to completely reignite a global pandemic. And these clowns just found it.

More “Games People Play” tomorrow.

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I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

Sorry. I’m back.

It’s both a curse and a blessing. I’ve never bought this stuff about, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” But I do think that a wide range of life experiences helps us grow as people, and helps us better relate to other people. I’ve been fortunate. And I am beyond grateful.

I show up on time. I go like hell. I’m a good listener. I hold myself accountable. I own my mistakes. And I have a natural and an insatiable curiosity. I’m never afraid to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t. But then I try to find out.

The flip side is I’m a lousy ballroom dancer and my clothes sometimes fit me funny.

Stuff matters to me. I care. But while I take that stuff seriously, I try hard to never take myself seriously. As a result, I have sometimes been told, “Paul, it’s hard to tell when you’re serious and when you’re just having some fun. Which is it? Serious or fun?”

My answer is “yes.” But I think that is a legitimate criticism. I promise I’m going to work on that.

This has been the quickest and strangest half-century I’ve ever experienced. During that period, I’ve been afforded amazing opportunities in news and sports journalism across all platforms. I have taught wonderful students at the high school and collegiate level. Always, I learned more from them than they did from me. I’ve been a high school administrator. I spent ten seasons as a high school varsity football coach. I’ve been an advertising executive. I’ve hosted nationally syndicated television entertainment shows. In maybe the biggest honor I ever received, I was selected by NASA to be “Chet The Astronaut” for the “Land The Shuttle” simulator at Space Center Houston. (All I can say there, is “Do as I say, not as I do.” I put that thing in the Everglades more often than not.) Most recently, I just wrapped up a decade as a television news director, during which time our teams distinguished themselves in holding the powerful accountable, achieving both critical and ratings success.

What does all that mean? It means I am profoundly grateful. It also means I’m ready for “next.” So here we are. Radically Rational. It’s an idea I woke up with in 2017. I scribbled “Radically Rational” on a piece of notebook paper and used a magnet to stick it on our refrigerator. I saw it every day, and it just would not leave me alone.

I am second in charge at Radically Rational, LLC. My wife, Jo (also known as BB), is the president. Clearly, I have failed in my attempt to sleep my way to the top of this organization.

I hope you will learn that I’m loyal as a Labrador. But I will admit that this doggie can bite every now and then. My promise to you? I will show up on time. I will go like hell. I will listen to you earnestly and attentively. I will hold myself accountable. I will never be the least bit hesitant to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t.

But then I’ll try to find out. Let’s do it.