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Bad idea: Discontinuing postgame handshake lines. That’s how we fix a problem?

Good idea: Legislation introduced in Congress Tuesday to eliminate subsidies for professional sports stadiums. In this case, yes, that is how we should fix a problem.

Juwan Howard got off light. Here’s how this works, pretty much in any workplace. You strike another person in anything other than true self defense, you don’t work here anymore. Five games? Forty grand?  That’s a speeding ticket.

Phil Mickelson was bad enough when he was merely smarmy and unctuous. But now he wanted to cozy up to the murderous Saudis until he had to walk (sprint?) it back.

It appears that Zion Williamson may be vectored toward becoming Antonio Brown in sneakers. That’s not a compliment.

Remember. This completely unnecessary baseball work stoppage is not a strike. It’s a lockout. This is squarely and exclusively on the owners.

Aaron Rodgers says he was just expressing gratitude in that bizarre Instagram post. Nothing wrong with that. But he also suggested we should all read a book. That’s good, too. Reading is good. But take your own advice, Rodgers. Start with a science book.

Want to own an NFL franchise? Start pawning your stuff and scrape up the loose change under your sofa cushions. Because both the Washington Commanders and the Miami Dolphins will be on the market soon.

I think this cooperative arrangement between the NFL and the XFL is an excellent idea. Keep in mind, this is not a player-sharing agreement. This has to do with trying to advance the game of football at every level.  Developing new equipment and technology. Instituting better rules that promote both safety and better competition. Better and safer playing surfaces. Better training regimens. Better sports medicine. Better officiating. As Sir Paul McCartney once asked, “What’s wrong with that?”

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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.