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Here’s a buzz kill. You know, for anyone who is buzzed on Monday morning. We’re all just happily assuming that this is going to be a “normal” football season. That may not be the case. That sobering thought just Delta Dawned on me. This message brought to you by Debbie Downer.

I will promise you this.  The question of who is vaccinated and who is not is going to be a wedge issue on a lot of NFL teams.  Guys are gonna get pissed at each other. The Super Bowl winner may be determined in the locker room, at least as much as on the field.

Sure, I’ll put a cheeseburger on this one.  Collin Morikawa is The Goods.  Kid’s got it all. Sneaky strong. Repeatable swing. Creative shot making. Woodsian mental toughness. And now he can putt. Spieth really pushed him on the back nine yesterday. And Morikawa didn’t even blink.  A no-bogey final round?  Manly. Especially for a guy who’s only 24.  Don’t worry…he’ll get better…

Because the golf ended early yesterday afternoon, thanks to the concept known as Time Zones, I then spent three hours watching baseball. Takeaway? The game is certainly more athletic than ever. But “fundamentals” have left the station. Yes, Coach did just go all codger on you. 

The jackass Yankee fan who plunked Red Sox leftfielder Alex Verdugo with a baseball in the back has been banned for life by MLB. He should be banned for afterlife as well.

Astros?  Yeesh…

Another day, another 1,000 new Delta Variant cases in Tokyo.  Pure insanity.

How’s this for a possible Las Vegas “proposition bet”?  Who’s gonna retire first?  Brady or Justice Breyer?  Get ‘em down now!

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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.