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Our capacity as sports fans to turn something beautiful into a source of angst or even outrage is a head-shaker.

Yeah, you bet I’m talking about the NFL’s overtime system, and the screeching that has followed, gee, I don’t know…the best football game I ever saw?

I’m reminded of Don Meredith’s MNF line. “Dang, Howard, if you were married to Raquel Welch, you’d expect her to cook.”

Or, Chris Rock as Lil’ Penny promoting Penny’s new tv show back in the day. “That was Tyra Banks, foo!!”

Hell, everybody. Calm down and just admire the view.

“Both teams should have a chance to touch the ball!”

Both teams did have a chance to touch the ball. One team simply did not avail itself of that chance. “Some gotta win, some gotta lose. Goodtime Charlie’s got the blues…”

Let’s back up. Yes, the NFL’s old pure “sudden death” system eventually reached a point at which it didn’t work, because of field goal kickers who could call in a precision air-strike from Siberia. Win the toss, get a half-decent kickoff return, complete one medium out-route, trot Franz out on the field, win the game and let the good times roll.

So, the NFL did what it always does. It evolved. Kust kicking a FG on the first possession of overtime no longer gets it done. But an offensive touchdown wins it. But wait, so does a defensive touchdown. So does a safety. Or if a defense forces a turnover that leads to a FG, it’s over.

So, the problem here is…what? Other than your insistence on bellyaching and caterwauling (I love that word) pretty much just to hear yourself shriek.

You prefer the college OT system?  So you want a baseball game that ends in the bottom of the 15th with a basketball score?

That ain’t football. Don’t even get me started. All we’re doing there is pairing red zone offenses against red zone defenses ad nauseam until somebody gets dizzy, falls off the merry-go-round and pukes.

Now, I will say this. The best—and purest–way to settle this would simply be to put fifteen more minutes on the clock and just continue to play football. And if the game is still tied after that, put another 15 up and let it roll. Let’s dance all night if we have to, Audrey.

But that would require that the medical tents on the sidelines contain 106 body bags and toe tags.

The current OT structure ain’t broke. And it don’t need fixin’.

Dan Jenkins once wrote that nothing in this world is Dead Solid Perfect.

That game Sunday night came pretty dang close.  And that includes the ending.

Quittcher bitchin’.

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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.