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Dismissed. That goes for Djokovic’s appeal. That also goes for Djokovic’s argument. That also goes for Djokovic himself. He was wrong at every level, on every subject. He’s on his way to Doo-BYE!  

It’s 6:01 a.m., and Patriot defensive backs are still curled up in the fetal position. Five TD passes by Bills’ slinger Josh Allen. Seven consecutive TD drives to start a playoff game. Buffalo has been on fire ever since that first regular season meeting with the Pats, when New England won while attempting only three passes.

How can you not smile when you watch Joe Burrow play quarterback? The Baby Faced Assassin. Cincy is a good town and Bengals fans are now reveling in their team’s first home playoff victory in 31 years. Yeah, thanks for reminding me that win was over my Oilers.

My only question about the Bengals now is how they will fare on the road.

There may be a lesson learned by impatient NFL front offices. The Bengals stuck with Zac Taylor as their head coach despite the fact he lost 25 games in his first two seasons. That speaks well for Bengals’ President Mike Brown.

The Raiders would be wise, in my view, to stick with Rich Bisaccia, who did a remarkable job of getting that team together and keeping it together amidst one of the most tumultuous seasons in league history. Don’t overthink this, Mark Davis and Mike Mayock. Rich should be your guy going forward.

Wild Card Triple Header today.

Sure, the Bucs will win. But Philly will get that game into the fourth quarter.

It will get ugly tonight in K.C. in Big Ben’s final game.

And the ‘Boys will prevail, but only by the hair of their chinny-chin-chinstraps.

Hey, I hope you will join me for my running commentary on the Dallas-SF game on Colorcast. Just download the Colorcast app and follow the prompts. My handle for this game is CoachRad, one word. You bring the beer!  I’ll provide the snark!

Let’s have some fun!

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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.