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Conference realignment?  I think Texas, Florida and Missouri should break off and form their own COVID Conference.

Hey, Aggie AD Ross Bjork.  I feelya.  I do. Really. I’d be pissed, too. It ain’t gonna do you any good, but…

A&M Board of Regents meeting tomorrow.  “Hell, I don’t know…what do you wanna do?”

Meantime, longtime historical allies Texas and Au Jus plot their next move. Which one of them turns on the other first?  Get your bets down!

Zeke says he weighs 218, the lightest he’s been since his freshman year at Ohio State. Let’s just hope none of that reduction came from his brain, which didn’t have any mass to spare.

Roger The Hammer is Ming The Merciless.  And I love it.  It’s gonna cost any NFL meathead who violates COVID protocol $14,650 every time he screws up. You can make those donations out to the Cole Beasley Relief Fund.

Packers start camp Wednesday.  Rodgers? Who knows? But Aa did just complete his annual pre-camp training regimen at Proactive Sports Performance.  I read about the fun activities this program includes.  I stopped reading at “sand dunes.”  I’m out…

Maria Taylor to NBC. That may mean Rachel Nichols to Limbo. Or Purgatory.

DeChambeau is positive?  And wuddup with Jon Rahm?  Isn’t that twice in two months?

How’d you tweak your hamstring, Paul?  Well, see there was this ice chest, and…

Let’s all hope to Carpe the Ol’ Diem today. It’ll help if we’re all playing the Rangers.

Later.  Reporting live, I’m Jim Bitterman.

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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.