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I can’t logically or intellectually take issue with the NCAA’s adjusted transfer rules. Players should have the right to go where they want, and they shouldn’t have to wait. I mean, that’s just basic Americanism, right?

Similarly, I’m legally, Constitutionally, morally, ethically and economically onboard with players’ rights to profit from their Name, Image and Likeness (NIL). I mean, ain’t that America?

These steps not only needed to be taken. They had to happen. No looking back.

But let’s not be naïve. Seismic changes are already in motion in college football, and this new wave will become a tsunami that will alter the very foundations of the sport.

There will be brutal—if in some cases unforeseen and unintentional—consequences for many schools and conferences. Some folks, maybe lots of folks, are going to be forced out of the football “business.”

The gap between the haves and the have nots, always wider than the Grand Canyon, will now stretch from Earth to Mars.

Welcome to free agency. Welcome to bidding wars. Yes, welcome to “player holdouts.” I’m telling you, that will happen.

The face of high school recruiting will change. Because of the portal, many high school players who previously would have landed D-1 scholarships will get shut out.

College rosters will be fluid, unstable and transactional. Locker rooms and team cultures will be forever altered. We fans in the stands are going to have to suspend disbelief even more than we always have in order to get any kind of “warm and fuzzy.”

I can’t and won’t complain about these foundational changes. But let’s not kid ourselves about their impact.

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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.