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First, the good news for Cowboys fans.  Dallas is the Vegas favorite to win the NFC (L)East.  Now the bad news. The Cowboys have been historically awful in the role of favorites, at least for the last two decades.

But I understand the optimism. If Dak stays healthy and Zeke stays away from Little Debbie Snack Cakes, Dallas will ring up points like a pinball machine. That receiving corps is Da Troof. The Law Firm of Cooper, Gallup and Lamb can stretch defenses every which way, and I like Jarwin at TE a great deal.

The O-Line just needs to stay out of surgery.

Defense? The bar is actually set pretty low. That D doesn’t have to be great. It doesn’t even have to be good.  It just needs to not suck out loud like it did in 2020. That seems like an achievable goal. Unlike last year’s DC, Mike Nolan, it appears that Dan Quinn can actually count to eleven, and that’s some hot and hungry young defensive talent that The Boys brought in via the draft. Micah Parsons will be DROTY.

Biggest threat to Dallas in the East?  WFT. That’s one of the two or three nastiest defenses in the NFL. And it’ll be interesting to see what Fitzpatrick can do as a “game manager” as opposed to a riverboat gambler.

It’s good to be thinking about, talking about and writing about football.

This stuff about Texas and Au Jus wanting to jump to the SEC is gonna get fun. Oh, it’s real, all right. And the Aggies are already drawing their swords.

Leach, STHU.  Your act gets more tired and lame every year.

Love and peace to Bobby B. and his family.

Football play-by-play is my bliss. I’m fortunate to have picked up some assignments for this season, and hoping to add some more. Have poster board and colored pencils—will travel.  I started doing some prep for an early season game yesterday. Found a quarterback on video who knocked my eyes out. Hell, no, I’m not gonna tell you who he is yet.

FOOTBALL!

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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.