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I rolled out of the rack at 3:57 a.m. and opened up this sausage factory. First thing I saw? Dallas police want to talk with Cowboys cornerback Kelvin Joseph in connection with a fatal shooting last month. My “blink” reaction? “Of course they do. We’re talking about the Cowboys. It’s the offseason. It’s April. We’re two weeks from the draft. Right on schedule…”  I will await details and developments before commenting further.

And…we welcome Sammy Watkins to the Aaron Rodgers circus. Watkins ain’t Davante Adams, but…

Now, will the Packers use one of their two first-round picks on a receiver, something they have been loathe to do for, oh, two decades or so?

The Cardinals are bringing back veteran WR A.J. Green for another season. That’s a good move.  Kyler Murray needs all the stability he can get.

And speaking of flaky quarterbacks, I do not dislike Baker Mayfield. But I do wish he’d grow the hell up.

We’re 13 days away from The Draft. We all know I will change my mind about a lot of things between now and then. But I will hold steadfast on this assertion. Alabama tackle Evan Neal is the best football player out there.

Yes, DeChambeau is a squirrel, but on balance he’s good for golf. I hope he makes a quick and full recovery from his surgery on his left wrist, something that has to be a little scary for him.

Oh, that $518,000 football?  Never mind. Random thought. What if Brady changes his mind again? Or gets hurt in the preseason?

Some folks are still whining about the Dodgers decision to pull Kershaw after seven perfect innings. To his everlasting credit, Kershaw is not one of the whiners.

Dickie V is cancer-free. It’s a good Friday, indeed.

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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.