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All systems go for UTSA as it heads to the American Athletic Conference. Higher profile. Much more lucrative. Sexier opponents. Better road trips. Better television exposure. Bigger media markets.

The AAC is by far the best of the so-called “Group of Five” conferences, so much so that it is now touting itself as a “Power Six” league. That’s not much of a stretch. This is a big-time conference, and UTSA is becoming a big-time athletic program.

The Roadrunners are one of six current Conference USA schools headed to the AAC, with membership commencing no later than July of 2024.

My Rice Owls? They’re gonna need to step it up. No excuses.

It’s not that Case Keenum earned my respect Thursday night in filling in ably for Baker Mayfield. Keenum has always had my respect. He is a very “professional” professional football player. He may now be a busier one. Mayfield’s torn labrum and shoulder fracture makes his return uncertain.

After opening the season with three straight wins, the Broncos have now dropped four in a row. Adios in the AFC West race.

But you got nothing to crow about, Chiefs. You’re 3-3. Your defense stinks. Your run defense stinks out loud. You play the Titans Sunday. Perhaps you’ve heard of Derrick Henry.

Dear Astros. Please wrap it up tonight. This stuff is hard on me.

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I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

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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.