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For most teams, this situation would make them break out in a James Brown Cold Sweat.

But the UTSA Roadrunners are not most teams. They’ve proved that. They make OTHER teams sweat.

Still, this is, shall we say, uncomfortable. UTSA is 10-0, nationally ranked and one of only three undefeated teams in the FBS. The ‘Runners and Coach Jeff Traylor are not only regional, but national, darlings. UTSA has been remarkably consistent week-to-week, has met every challenge and has avoided losing, even on a couple of days when they didn’t have their fastball.

And that could all go away in three and half hours this Saturday.

Yeah, that would make most teams want to pack their anti-perspirants.

Saturday’s home game against UAB could well prove to be a playoff to see which team will advance to the C-USA Championship Game. Winning a conference championship is every team’s goal, every season. For all of their big moments this year, UTSA has secured exactly nothing on that front.

UAB has one conference loss, an inexplicable home meltdown against Rice, a team UTSA embarrassed 45-0 at the Alamodome. UAB has owned C-USA of late, and has become the conference’s gold standard. The Blazers are used to playing in big games. They are used to winning big games. They expect to win big games. They expect to win this one.

This ain’t Southern Miss.

If UAB wins and UTSA loses, each will have one conference defeat, with UAB holding the head-to-head tiebreaker.

Admittedly, regardless of Saturday’s outcome, both teams will have some tough wood to chop in their respective regular season finales next week, with UTSA visiting a dangerous North Texas team and UAB hosting UTEP.

But there is a lot at stake in this poker hand Saturday at the Alamodome.

The Roadrunners have a lot to lose. But UTSA also has an ace in the hole.

We’ll turn that card face up in this space tomorrow.

It’s “Watch Yo Ass Wednesday!”

The following college football teams bettah watch they ass as we head toward Week 12 Saturday. (Potential tormentors in parentheses.)

Ohio State (Michigan State)

Oklahoma (Iowa State)

Wake Forest (Clemson)

Texas (West Virginia) Not that the ‘Horns actually still have an ass to watch.

Iowa (Illinois)

Cincinnati (SMU) Just a gut feeling. But the Ponies may actually pull this off.

Pittsburgh (Virginia)

UTSA (UAB) This is really perilous for the Roadrunners. See above.

Florida (Missouri) I’m starting to genuinely believe Mullen is not going to survive this season.

BaylahTheyNasty (Kansas State)

Oregon (Utah)

Oklahoma State (Texas Tech) Stuff gets weird in Lubbock after dark.

Y’ALL ALL BETTAH WATCH YO ASS!

It’s that weird November week when SEC teams play non-conference tomato cans. I guess it’s a Southern Thing. For me, it’s an “I’ll pass, thank you,” thing.

Membra when USC-UCLA was kind of a big deal? I have so many special memories of watching that game with my dad every year.  I’ll watch it this weekend, for that reason alone.

Sure, Sark is circled by sharks. But the guy who may REALLY be in the deep fryer is Texas A.D. Chris Del Conte. CDC told Longhorn Nation yesterday that now is no time to “splinter.” Too late. That program hasn’t just splintered. It has been reduced to sawdust. On your watch, CDC. Following your hire. Wouldn’t wanna be ya.

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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.