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Eight wide receivers under 4.4 at the Combine, led by Baylor product Tyquan Thornton at 4.28. Dazzling.

This struck me last night as I was trying to find refuge from what’s going on in Ukraine by watching the WRs, TEs and QBs compete in the Underwear Olympics.

We’ve all heard of “teaching to the test” in public education.

These guys and their trainers are now “training and teaching to the drills” at the Combine like never before. And there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s smart.

But everybody’s technique is getting so much better, especially in the 40. Better stances. Better hand placement at the starting line. Bigger and more explosive first step. Staying low longer. Relaxing instead of squidding-up. Better, smoother and more efficient arm propulsion. Running all the way through the finish.

It’s essentially a track event. So they’re training like track guys. Smart.

Ditto in the vertical jump and broad jump.

Am I wrong to say this is the fastest group of QBs we’ve ever seen in Indy? No, not one of them is Michael Vick or Lamar Jackson, but as a group they can run! I was especially impressed with the 4.52 turned in by Cincinnati’s Desmond Ridder. That was faster than 12 WRs.

Today, running backs and offensive linemen. Keep an eye on Alabama tackle Evan Neal, who is trying to become the first Crimson Tide player in 74 years to be drafted #1 overall.  Sweet feet.

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I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

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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.