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SATURDAY FUN

I love watching interesting, fun college matchups in which I have no dog in the fight, no rooting interest and no emotional risk in the outcome.

Like Saturday, for example:

Cincinnati at Indiana               Hoosiers put up a helluva fight, but Cincy is just too good.

Virginia Tech at W. Virginia    Hokies are a fun watch, and a little better than the ‘Neers

Michigan State at Miami         Sparty!

Arizona State at BYU              They’re both 2-0. Cougars emerge 3-0.

Auburn at Penn State              Maybe Saturday’s best game. War Eagle!

Minnesota at Colorado            Down to the wire. Gophers prevail.

Stanford at Vanderbilt              What we used to call an “intersectional” game. Cardinal.

UPSET WATCH

Baylor could lose to Kansas. I’m not kidding.

Fresno State’s Bulldogs could up and bite UCLA.

USC has to be reeling. That gives Washington State a chance.

Tulane over Ole Miss?  Ask OU about Tulane. The Green Wave is a tough out.

UTSA is better than Middle Tennessee. But ‘Runner fans are getting a little chesty.

A LITTLE MORE INTERESTING THAN WE MIGHT THINK

New Mexico at Texas A&M.

WHEN NOSTALGIA TURNS UGLY

Think back to how great OU vs. Nebraska was Back in the Day. OK. Now change the channel.

DESTINED TO PISS ME OFF

Rice at Texas. I’ll probably cry. Not because it’s easy. But because it’s hard. Why does everybody wanna hurt me?

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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.