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We’re just all assuming that sports are back to normal—or will be shortly—post pandemic. Not so fast. Don’t underestimate our ability and even determination to screw this up. 

You know what would really help? What if we flew athletes from all over the world into COVID-ravaged Tokyo and had them all slobber all over each other for two weeks before returning to every point on the globe?

Whoa. Put a sock in it, anti-vaxxer idiots. Don’t start in about “breakthrough infections” as an argument against vaccination.  These vaccines are designed to keep asses out of hospitals and morgues. Even your (dumb) asses. These vaccines are remarkably successful at doing that. Don’t even…

Djoker is going for the Golden Slam. He’s trying to become the first man to win all four majors and Olympic Gold in the same calendar year.

That may have been more than just a “real bad night” for Richard Sherman. Richard may have some real problems. Praying for him. I do think he has some very good qualities.

Did you catch that remark by NCAA President Mark Emmert yesterday? He pretty much admitted it’s all over for the ENN SEE DUBBLA A.

Dear Cobra Golf.  I promise that if you pay me a gazillion dollars to play with your driver that I will not then publicly blame said driver for my not being able to keep my ball out of the English Channel.  How very SMU of you, DeChambeau.

Finally, sports medicine vindication for Coach A!  I’ve been saying for four decades that extreme stretching before workouts or competition is complete bullshit, and even dangerous. Results of a big study came out yesterday.  Bottom-line conclusion?  Extreme stretching before workouts or competition is complete bullshit, and even dangerous.

No, I don’t make house calls…

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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.