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Since Week One, this Cowboy team has looked “different” to me. More professional. More focused. Less flaky. More “business.” Less bullshit. More defense. Less “defensiveness.”

Above all, more trustworthy. More mature. Less likely to break your heart.

I’m reassessing.

In and of itself, losing to the Chiefs at Arrowhead is no shame. It’s “how” that disturbs me.

That O-Line is (once again) a shambles. Five sacks. Dak wasn’t sharp, but, too often, he had no chance.  Was that Chris Jones? Or Deacon Jones?  Yes, the K.C. defense has gotten after the QB for the last three weeks, but let’s not forget that as recently as mid-October the Chiefs’ D was the worst in the NFL.

The Cowboys’ offensive gameplan? Moore, I know you’re a genius and everything. Maybe you just forgot to take your Celebrex. Elliott and Pollard COMBINE for 16 carries? In a tight ballgame?  In a game in which you can’t protect your quarterback?  RUN THE DAMN BALL!

Dropped passes. Many of them embarrassing. Cedric Wilson…dude…

The Cowboy defense was actually quite good. And Micah Parsons is The Truth. Who’da thunk that Patrick Mahomes and Dak Prescott would combine for exactly ZERO touchdown passes?

This may get murkier before it gets clearer. Yeah, I’m pissed at Amari Cooper, who may end up pissing away two games. Man up and vax up! CeeDee’s concussion is a concern. I’ll bet you a serving of dressing and a piece of punkin pie that he does not clear the protocol before Thanksgiving Dinner with the Raiders.

It’s easy to say that nothing means nothing until January. But that’s a loser’s mindset. And objects growing larger in the rear-view mirror may be the Philadelphia Eagles. No. I’m not kidding.

More mature in 2021?  I’m reassessing.

I’ve never seen so many injuries (and illnesses) in the NFL. As a result, reserves and practice squad guys are having to start and log heavy minutes. That means mistakes, including dropped passes. Lotsa dropped passes.

But what’s Travis Kelce’s excuse? Kelce is a future HOFer. But he drops way too many balls for a player of his caliber. And this is not new. I was screaming that at the tv six years ago. Don’t take my word for it.  Ask BB, who is not amused when I scream at the tv.

I do not know Tyrod Taylor. I’ve never met Tyrod Taylor. But I’d like to. Hombre. And by multiple reports from multiple NFL cities, one of the greatest teammates ever. That was a wonderful win for the Texans. And thanks for the help, Tannehill!

Were you locked in watching ball yesterday?  More proof that the NFL is the DAWG and everything else is just the tail. When it’s good, there’s just nothing else like it.

Packers-Vikings (Holy)

Ravens-Bears (Moly)

Steelers-Chargers (Batman)


Patriots. Vikings. Eagles. WFT (Seriously). And especially…

…The Colts. It’s not too late for them. I could ABSOLUTELY still see them winning the SB. Jonathan Taylor?


Jets. Giants. Falcons. Seahawks.

I ALMOST feel sorry for Pete Carroll.  Almost…


Bills. They’re in trouble.

Let’s hear it for…

…Colt McCoy.

Somebody told me something about LeBron getting pissed about something? I’ll look into it…


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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.