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When I grow up, I want to be Yordan Alvarez.

Three trips to the World Series in five years for the ‘Stros. Steal THAT sign, bitches. Bang THAT trash can.

What a weird (but wonderful) ALCS.. It looked like Houston was hopelessly outclassed after three games, when the Sawks had more Grand Slams than Denny’s. Then Boston receded faster than my hairline. And now objects at rest tend to remain at rest.

Hey, Dodgers and Braves. Y’all work it out. Seeya next week.

I’m not going to call this a “lackluster” Saturday in college football. There is no such thing. But a lot of today’s matchups are lower profile than what we’ve seen the past two weeks. That’s ok.  It’s still The Great Game.

And I am very much into: (my picks in CAPS)

Wake Forest at ARMY (Black Knights can make you look bad, even when you’re not.)

Kansas State at TEXAS TECH (Hell, yes, this is a shaky pick…)

WISCONSIN at Purdue (You’ve had your fun, Boilers…)

LSU at OLE MISS (Wow, they’re both in caps, right? I’m taking the home team.)

West Virginia at TCU (This will be fun. Gary Patterson will go full-blown Al Pacino on the sidelines at least twice.)

UTSA at La.Tech (Although this is a “watch yo ass” game for the unbeaten Roadrunners.)

USC at NOTRE DAME (If Brian Kelly beats the Trojans tonight, is he coaching them next year?)

Pro Pig tomorrow. Bengals-Ravens will rock!

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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.