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Even Alex Smith had to be impressed.

Three years after suffering a knee injury so gruesome it almost required amputation, Florida State backup quarterback McKenzie Milton almost led the Seminoles back from a late 10-point deficit to beat Notre Dame. Almost. But that triumph of the human spirit did not fall short. That one crossed the goal line. That one split the uprights.

Mom was crying. And I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere Alex Smith was, too.

If you’re not completely familiar with Milton’s story, I’d recommend you invest the time. You’ll never bitch about being stuck in traffic again.

One “football related” thing about that football game. New ND QB (and former Wisconsin QB) Jack Coan tore it up. Excellent pocket presence. Strong. Accurate. Four TD passes, 366 yards. And the Irish pass rush was ferocious, at least until they got bored (and maybe gassed) after taking an 18-point lead. 

The media is wearing out Brian Kelly for his post-game “execution” remark?  Really? That’s where we are? It was lame. And trite. But all of this finger-wagging and tut-tutting? Somewhere John McKay is rolling his eyes and lighting up a stogey.

Tonight, Louisville (remember, you have to pronounce it “Luh-vull” or you can’t be part of the Kool Kids Club) vs. Ole Miss. Presumably it is still ok to pronounce that “Ole Miss.”  No Kiffin.  Fully vaxxed—as is his entire team, for which I give him all credit–but nevertheless positive. It’ll be a good matchup if you’re into cool unis.

Sunday was a good day for Manly Mental Toughness.  Patrick Cantlay? Hombre. He had that Big Woofin’ Dog Jon Rahm chasing him like he was chasing a pork chop for five hours. Rahm never got a bite. Cantlay then bit into a 15-million dollar “stake.” Player of the Year?  Four wins on this year’s tour, two more than anyone else. Book it.

No objective person could really pick the Cowboys over the Bucs in Thursday’s opener. And that was true even before Dallas lost Zack Martin to a positive test. Gonna be tough sledding for Zeke. And maybe tougher “mushing” for Dak.

Ok, you expect me to make my lame pre-season 1-32 NFL Power Rankings. You know how much I hate to disappoint you.

1. Buccaneers

2. Chiefs

3.  Bills  (You’re an idiot, Cole Beasley!)

4.  Titans

5.  Ravens

6.  Browns

7.  Seahawks

8.  Patriots

9.  Colts

10. 49ers

11. Cardinals

12. Steelers

13. Packers

14. Rams

15. Cowboys

16. Dolphins

17. Falcons

18. Washington

19. Broncos

20. Chargers

21. Vikings (You’re an idiot, Kirk Cousins!)

22. Saints

23. Raiders

24. Giants

25. Panthers

26. Bears

27. Bengals

28. Lions

29. Eagles

30. Jets

31. Texans

32. Jaguars

Yeah, I know. “You’re an idiot, Paul Alexander!”

My favorite thing about Labor Day, 2021? It’s not Labor Day, 1970. Ask any member of the 1970 Lockhart Lions. Guys will start diving under furniture. ‘Twas laborious, indeed.

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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.