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Paul’s Picks

NFL Sunday Week Two


Bengals over BEARS

BROWNS over Texans

Rams over COLTS


Patriots over JETS

49ers over EAGLES

STEELERS over Raiders

PANTHERS over Saints

Broncos over JAGUARS

CARDINALS over Vikings

BUCCANEERS over Falcons

CHARGERS over Cowboys

SEAHAWKS over Titans

Chiefs over RAVENS

PACKERS over Lions


Rice stinks.

‘Bama looked mortal. Especially on defense. The Gators ran for 258 yards and rushed for three touchdowns. Some Tide defenders got trucked. Florida averaged 6.0 yds./rush. Notice that Saban, while questioning his team’s defensive intensity, nevertheless did not publicly dog his players after the game. Smart man. It was still a good win over a tough opponent. Saban knows when to pick his players up, just as he knows when to get after them.

Rice stinks.

Can anyone tell me why they’re still high on Au Jus? That team looks pretty ordinary to me.

Rice stinks.

Ags can play that defense. Or so it appears.

Rice stinks.

Good win for UTSA. That looked like a classic trap game to me going in. ‘Runners now 3-0. Nice.

Rice stinks.

Indiana has only itself to blame. Hoosiers blew it.  That one was there for the taking.  Cincy is good. No argument. But the Bearkats are gonna have a tough time running the table.

Rice stinks.

Florida State is really, really bad.

Rice stinks.

UIW muscles up! My graduate alma mater puts a hurtin’ on my undergrad alma mater.

Rice stinks.

That was a bad loss, Pitt. 

Rice stinks.

If you didn’t see the UCLA stumble coming, you weren’t watching.

Rice stinks.

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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.