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Some folks find Mike Leach to be witty. Others consider him entertaining. Unfortunately, I am not one of them. My deficiency, I’m sure.

Leach is an “acquired taste” I have yet to acquire.  Guns Up, Raiders.

Bowl season is walking with a COVID limp. Cancel whatever you have to cancel. Safety first.

Mid-tier bowl games are always determined by who wants to play and who doesn’t. That can and often does lead to upsets. Keep an eye on the Houston Cougars and the Air Force Falcons today as they take on Auburn and Louisville, respectively.

Don’t ask me how the Dolphins are doing this. But all props. Seven in a row is seven in a row.

I still consider the Niners a threat in the NFC. But I may have to reassess if Jimmy G. is lost with that torn thumb ligament and fracture. Not that Jimmy G. is top shelf, but Trey Lance is not ready for this.

Pete Carroll says the Seahawks need to “re-tool” rather than remake. I’m inclined to ride with that for now. Petey has earned some slack. It’s been a weird year in Seattle.

Love me some Joe Burrow. Baby faced assassin. Don’t piss him off, Wink, unless you want him to respond with a smirk…and 525 yards.

Chiefs caught a break. Clyde Edwards-Helaire should be back in time for the playoffs.

Adios, Nagy.  Nothing to get cocky about, Fangio.

What do you figure the odds are that Dan Quinn will be offered a head coaching job? The proverbial “110 percent”?

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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.