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The Cowboys have lost four starters since that opening night thriller against the Bucs. DeMarcus Lawrence with a broken foot? (And, remember, he was already coming off offseason back surgery.) There goes your best pass rusher.

Oh, and your second best pass rusher? Randy Gregory will almost certainly miss Sunday’s game against the Chargers before he can come off the COVID list.

La’el Collins? Five game suspension. More chaos in the O-line.

And don’t tell me that losing WR Michael Gallup to a bad calf strain is not a big deal.

How funky is the vibe right now? Defensive line assistant coach Leon Lett suffered a knee injury at practice yesterday. He was carted off. He will need surgery.

Trap game coming if ever I’ve seen one.

It’s WYAW (Watch Your Ass Week) for a long list of NFL would-be contenders. You don’t want to be 0-2, even in a now 17-game season.

Nervously glancing behind themselves would be the Colts, Bills, Vikings, Titans, Ravens, Packers, WFT, Cowboys and, yes, Browns.

You can throw the Bears and Falcons in there, too, if you thought either had legitimate playoff aspirations.

Is anybody else already tired of Urban Meyer? He bores me almost as much as the Ryder Cup.

The NBA’s Bucks have hired Lisa Byington as their regular play-by-play announcer on Bally Sports Wisconsin? I think that’s cooler than cool. She is very good.

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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.