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Let me just get this out of the way and take my ass-whuppin’ now. Yes, I gave up on the Astros yesterday when they were down 7-2 in the eighth. Now this gets really embarrassing. I switched away from the Astros to watch a…golf tournament. You can’t possibly be more ashamed of me than I am of myself. Enjoy your “break,” Yankees. Chew on that.  That’s the kind of thing that becomes psychologically significant come October.

Oh, yeah, I can get kinda prissy about stuff like this.  But if you pronounce Jose’s surname “Al-Tool-vay,” we can’t be friends.

On the other hand, if you can pronounce Giannis’s surname properly, you’re ahead of the game. I’m sure the Suns just call him “Sir.” Holy moly. This series is just getting started, since the home team has yet to lose.  Suns’ Coach Monty Williams says he’s not gonna bitch about officiating. Then he gets behind a podium and bitches about officiating. Basketball is a beautiful game. But that’s the one thing I can’t stand. It’s whinier than soccer.

And speaking of soccer…shame.  Eternal shame. I don’t even know where to start.

The MLB All-Star Game is the only U.S. pro sports all-star game worth a sneeze. But it won’t be much longer if stars don’t show up for it.

Where the hell can I get a copy of Dave Campbell’s Texas Football Magazine? I have visited every Walgreen’s in Metro San Antonio. Naturally, every Walgreen’s cashier ignored me and ran off to the break room.  I think it’s actually mandated in the employee handbook.

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Paul's Bio

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.