Facebook
Youtube
Facebook
Youtube
subscriber login
$0.00 Cart
Facebook
Youtube
subscriber login
$0.00 Cart
Facebook
Youtube
subscriber login
Facebook
Youtube
LISTEN TO THE PODCAST

Sports Blog: 12/12/21

Share on facebook
Share on google
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin

What a delightful acceptance speech by Heisman winner Bryce Young. Poised. Composed. Informal but very respectful. Somewhat low-key. Humble but confident.

Heisman voters got it right, just as the CFP Committee did last week. I know how much many of you hate it when anybody gets anything right, thus depriving you of any legitimate reason to bitch. Not that it stops you from bitching anyway, of course…

But it’s hard for anybody to find flaws with Army-Navy. “America’s Game” is right. Flyovers. Sweet special threads and helmets. Pride and passion, but encased in ultimate unity and shared purpose. America should strive to be more like America’s Game.

The football part of it was instructive as well. Army went in 8-3, while Navy was 3-8. But the Midshipmen won the game, and were absolutely the better team, at least for three hours. The Middie D held Army to 57 second-half yards. So, the Commander in Chief Trophy is shared among Navy, Army and Air Force, who cannibalized each other in their regular season round-robin. Physically, the trophy will remain at West Point, since the Black Knights won it by sweeping Air Force and Navy last year.

There was only one “downer” about that game. It was the final regular season game of the college football season, which annually gives me the shivering shakes.

I do have a new college football love interest. The Bison of North Dakota State. Did you see their FCS quarterfinal win over East Tennessee State?  Did you see the Bison’s offense? You may call it “old school.” I call it beautiful. Mind you, it’s not in any way primitive. In fact, it’s complex and versatile. But the scheme of that running game, and their commitment to it, are “back to the future.” Man (and manly) blocking. No zone blocking. “Just You ‘N Me.” Trap blocks. Cross blocks. Fold blocks. Lead blocks. Double lead blocks. Guards pull. Tackles pull. Wide receivers beat up on linebackers. But NDSU can still throw the hell out of it off play action.

Marry me?

Little Golic said on the telecast that every football fan needs to put a trip to Fargo on their Bucket List. Sign me up. Ich bin ein Bison, and I’m not buffaloing you.

A tip of the hat to the Sam Houston State Bearcats. Yeah, they will not repeat as FCS national champs after losing to Montana State last night in Huntsville. But that program has represented that school, and the state of Texas, with distinction.

Trash talking from Mikey Mac and Riverboat Ron? I didn’t see that coming. Let’s just say that things will be “lively” when the Cowboys and Red..I mean WFT, tangle outside the nation’s capital at high noon. I’m in. In fact, my soul needs it. They must mangle each other for my entertainment and spiritual nutrition.

The Jags are a mess and Urban Meyer is a disgrace. And a bad guy. That’s all on that for now.

Ok, here we go. Sunday winners are the:

Ravens

Titans

Chiefs

Saints

Falcons

Seahawks

Broncos

Chargers

Bengals

Buccaneers

Packers…and…

Cowboys.

We’ll deal with Monday on Monday. But you may already know where I’m leaning.

And, I admit it. I’m starting to look forward to the start of the NBA season in mid-February.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

  • 999 E. Basse Road Suite 180 Box #418
    San Antonio, Tx. 78209

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.