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Does that Maverick uniform make Luka Doncic’s ass look fat?

A salute to college football for clearing everything else out this Saturday, leaving the sole spotlight on Army-Navy. It’s funny how I’ve changed since I was a kid. Army-Navy used to creep me out, primarily because it meant the season was ending. Now, I still get the shivering shakes for the same reason, but Army-Navy has become my favorite game of every season. I’ll be locked in on every snap. America’s Game.

LSU has a quarterback dilemma. Starter Max Johnson has entered the transfer portal. Because of earlier attrition, that leaves true freshman Garrett Nussmeier as the Tigers’ only scholarship QB heading into their Texas Bowl matchup with Kansas State. That’s a problem, because if Nussmeier plays, he’ll lose his redshirt and a year of eligibility. Hmmm…What Would Bill Belichick Do? (Start a running back at QB and throw only three passes?) Just sayin’…

Oh, Max Johnson is the son of former NFL Super Bowl winner Brad Johnson. Max is getting out of Baton Rouge (just after Brian Kelly has taken over). Max’s little brother Jake is the nation’s top-rated TE in next year’s recruiting class. Jake has now de-committed to LSU and is once again datable.

Actually, LSU has more than just a problem with their Johnsons. Starting with that bizarre accent Brian Kelly has affected now that he’s in Cajun Country. WTH?

Guess who is back in the Cardinals’ weight room and running his three-time NFL Defensive Player of the Year ass off.  I’ll protect his identity, but his initials are J.J. I love that guy. I truly love that guy. He is everything great about The Great Game. If he pulls this off I’m gonna lump up pretty hard.

I’m already lumping up about his former team, but for different reasons. Mygawd, the Texans are truly, awfully, astoundingly, astonishingly bad. And that’s sad.

Is this it for Fitzmagic? Ryan F. is gonna need more arthroscopic surgery on his subluxated hip (let’s all cringe together in 3…2…1…) That officially ends his 17th NFL season. And that will do it on his one-year deal with the WFT. Will he want to try to find a TENTH NFL team in 2022? Never underestimate a 39-year-old, Rasputin-bearded, undrafted free agent from Harvard.

Watch Yo Ass Wednesday!

No college ball this weekend except for Army-Navy. And that matchup requires no auto-ass-observation.

So you know who bettah watch they ass this weekend?

Your Dallas Cowboys.

The WFT has won four straight. That defense is finally living up to its press clippings. This Heinicke leaves no funky aftertaste. Objects in rear-view mirror may be closer than they appear.

DALLAS BETTAH WATCH THEY ASS!

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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.