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Free Brittney.

But, sadly, that’s not going to happen anytime soon. The U.S. says it is afraid she will become a political pawn. Too late for that. She already is one, and is going to remain one for the foreseeable future. This is grim.  The chances of getting her out of there are currently zero. American. High-profile athlete. Woman. LGBTQ. Wealthy.

Am I the only person in America who doesn’t get anything resembling a warm-and-fuzzy about Coach, K., and in fact thinks he’s kind of a bully/borderline thug?

Man, let me give it up to former UTSA cornerback Tariq Woolen. 4.26 at the Combine? Holy, moly. And he’s 6-4 1/8 and weighs 205? And he’s a CORNER?  Good morning, Mr. Woolen. Can I get you anything?

I will admit to being a little disillusioned by former Auburn DB Smoke Monday. Has there ever been a better blues name than Smoke Monday?  You know, “They CALL me Smoke Monday…but Tuesday’s just as bad.  I said they CALL me Smoke Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad…”  Anybody named Smoke ought to move like the breeze, right? But I watched him. Big hitter…you can see that on video…but he’s stiffer than a double-scotch, and he sometimes appears to have put his hands on backwards.

This may be the week we find out what’s up with Rodgers and Wilson. My guess? Staying put. Wilson for sure.

Recycling can be environmentally responsible.  There are two ex-Big Things I think may be worth another look. Mitchell (Don’t call me Mitch!) Trubisky and Marcus Mariota. I’ve seen them both mature. Either could be a bargain that makes some G.M. look smart.

Baseball has lost its mind, if it ever had a mind to begin with. I think it has something to do with all that organ music.

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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.