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It’s 6:49 a.m. on Thursday, July 29, 2021 as I write.  And Cole Beasley is still a moron.

Dear Packers G.M. Brian Gutekunst.  Please get off your knees. You’re making us all a little uncomfortable.

Did you realize (because I honestly didn’t) that Rodgers is heading into his 17th season with the Packers? That’s longer than Bart Starr. That’s longer than #4. That’s a long time.

A couple of days ago I speculated that Saints Coach Sean Payton might be a little pissed that WR Michael Thomas waited until June to get ankle surgery. Yesterday, Payton publicly said, essentially, “I’m pissed that Thomas waited until June to get ankle surgery.”

Hell, no, you don’t get your Heisman back, Reggie. Whatever made you think you might?

Big 12 Commish Bob Bowlsby is accusing ESPN of engineering and brokering all this chaos. If you know me, you know I roll my eyes at most conspiracy theories. This one might have some legs…

Major COVID outbreak on the Nationals? I’m shocked.

Finally, you ever see an old dog lying on his blankie, asleep, but clearly dreaming of being a young dog and running like the rapids?  And you know this because the dog is making happy little noises, and his legs are moving? That’s me today. This old dog just took you deep for a Very Sudden Six. In my dreams. This crap ain’t for sissies…

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  1. I listened to former ESPN exec John Skipper’s interview with Dan LeBatard about how he helped create The Longhorn Network to, ironically, help keep the Big XII together. Stands to reason if they can meddle to keep it together, they can meddle to break it up.

    1. Ben, you know how I feel about most “conspiracy theories.” I do a lot of eye-rolling. But this one might have some legs, IMO!

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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.