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Pull up your sox, Boston!  That’s was a helluva 9th inning tea party by the Astros! Seven runs?

So, like most ‘Stros fans, I spent about three minutes celebrating that Game Four victory, then immediately started freaking out about the remainder of the series. The Houston pitching staff is threadbare.

But at least the series is now guaranteed to get back to H-Town.

I’ve said several times that I keep trying not to like Baker Mayfield, and failing. That’s a tough dude. He says he’s going to play Thursday night against the Broncos, despite the fact he has a completely torn labrum (that’s a bad thing) in his left shoulder. That’s going to require a major surgery, but Baker says he’s going to keep playing as long as he can. Keep in mind that Broncos QB Teddy Bridgewater is himself knicked. And this is a big game for both teams. The loser is going to be in trouble.

NFL defensive ends are not generally known for their hands, but Jags DE Dawuane Smoot has to be “Receiver of the Week.” He was cool in the two-minute drill. At 4 a.m. Tuesday, Dawuane was ready to drive his wife, Aumari, to the hospital for the birth of their child.  Aumari fell on her way to the door. Dawuane caught her. Replay was not necessary to confirm it was a clean catch. But now the baby is on the way! Dawuane calls 911. Paramedics talk him through the delivery. Welcome to the world, Ahlani Moon Smoot!

Cowboys Coach Mike McCarthy said he wanted to treat his players like men during their bye week. No practices at all this week. McCarthy said he trusted his guys to avoid doing anything that could be a distraction for the team. That held up until 5 a.m. Tuesday, when starting safety Damonte Kazee was arrested in a Dallas suburb on suspicion of DWI. I’m reminded of the words of Herman Edwards, who once famously said, “Nothing good ever happens after midnight.” 

So you’re wondering who’s going to land the head coaching jobs at USC and LSU? Me, too! I’ll engage in mindless speculation tomorrow.

Watch Yo Ass Wednesday!        

I am placing the following college football teams on official upset alert as we head toward the weekend. (Potential tormentors in parentheses.)

SMU (Tulane)

Wake Forest (Army)

Virginia Tech (Syracuse)

Oklahoma State (Iowa State)

Oregon (UCLA)

Notre Dame (USC)

Ohio State (Indiana)

Y’all all bettah watch yo asses!

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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.