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Forty days. Essentially Brady gave up football for Lent.

BB and I were sitting on the couch watching 60 Minutes. BB was scrolling through her phone when she shrieked.

I just looked at her. “Brady is coming back,” she said.

The logical principle known as Occam’s Razor holds that in any given situation, the simplest explanation is usually the accurate one. Keep stropping that razor. Because in this case Occam got it right (again).

Don’t overthink this. Brady felt cultural and familial pressure to retire after ‘21 NFL seasons. He essentially felt he “needed” to retire. The loss to the Rams in the divisional round was a brief dose of football aversion therapy, and probably sealed his retirement decision.

And six weeks later he rediscovered what he really “needs” to do, in his heart and mind—play football. He still loves it, he can still can do it at an absurdly high level and he still is surrounded by a very good team.

I don’t think this had anything to do with Brady being “thirsty” for attention. I think it’s all about his finding out that he’s still hungry for football.

What’s wrong with that?  LFG. Now get back on your diet, 12.

Yes, I would make the Bucs the early ’22 favorite in the NFC.

Things just got real in the South. Who’s gonna make the push for Watson? The Saints or the Panthers?  I will ask that question knowing that Pete Carroll and/or Mike Tomlin may ultimately hold the winning ticket.

I think the Vikings just kicked the can down the road. But I also know this. I just fired my financial advisor and will now offer the job to Kirk Cousins. He may not be the guy you want on third-and-eight, but the man is a Money Making Machine.

Ryan staying in Atlanta is a different animal. The Falcons had to do that. And they carved out about $12 million in cap space.

I find the Maxx Crosby story to be very inspiring. Look where his life was two years ago. Look where it is now. You go, young man.

Ertz is staying in Arizona. Yes, I’m surprised, but pleasantly so.

Welcome to the “Legal Tampering” period. WTF is that? That breaks contain.

There’s a show on the NFL Network called “Free Agency Frenzy.” I know there is, because I watched about five hours of it on Sunday.

“Frenzy” would accurately describe the situation in Dallas. Or you could call it “Cowboy Chaos” if you prefer.

Goodbye, Amari Cooper. Expected. That’s a good deal for the Browns.

La’el Collins has been granted permission to seek a trade, even as he continues to seek a brain. Not a fan.

Cedric Wilson is as good as gone in free agency.

Gallup stays in the stable. Good. Nice player.

So right now that Dallas WR corps includes Gallup, CeeDee Lamb and Noah Brown.

Dallas will draft a receiver. There are a bunch of good ones available. I promise to get fully up-to-speed on them this week.

My computer word counter tells me I am now 506 words into this post. And not a mention of The Toarrrnamment until now. Big Dance. Glass Slipper. Cinderella. One Shining Moment. A Tradition Unlike Any Other. No, wait, that’s the OTHER CBS eye-roller…

BB and I did watch about five minutes of CBS’s Selection Show. Cliché City. It was BB who pointed out that CBS could have just re-racked last year’s show.

Gonzaga. Arizona. KU. Baylah.  Baylah still nasty!  See what a bracketology expert I have become?

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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.