06/01/22 How did this post end up being 717 words long? Ain’t no “June Swoon” here.

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Yet another woman has filed suit against Deshaun Watson. That’s 23 if you’re scoring at home.

Keep in mind that Watson’s $230 million dollar contract is fully guaranteed. But his presence on the field in 2022 is anything but guaranteed. The Jolly Roger is gonna cool him, and I am starting to feel strongly that it will be a full-season suspension. This latest lawsuit is a blow for Watson’s football team and his legal team.

The Browns are throwing guaranteed money around like Halloween candy. Cleveland tight end David Njoku has a new four-year deal that guarantees him $28 million. Njoku is a nice young player and is especially effective at getting yards after the catch. But that’s a lot of money for a guy whose targets have decreased in each of the past three seasons.

Cleveland is on a spending spree. The Browns are now the only team in the NFL who have a quarterback (Watson), a tight end (Njoku), a running back (Nick Chubb) and a wide receiver (Amari Cooper) all ranking in the top seven in the league at their position in guaranteed money.

The facts surrounding Monday’s death of Cardinals cornerback Jeff Gladney and a female companion in a two-vehicle crash in Dallas are both tragic and disappointing. A car driven by Gladney was speeding at 2:28 a.m. when it clipped the vehicle in front of it. Gladney’s car flipped after hitting a freeway beam, killing the 25-year-old Gladney and 26-year-old Andrea Mercedes Palacios.  The two occupants of the other vehicle were not injured. Gladney had a stellar football career at TCU and was the Vikings’ first round draft pick in 2020. Gladney signed with the Cardinals in March.

Former Super Bowl MVP quarterback Mark Rypien has been open about his post-career depression, memory loss, suicidal thoughts and irrational behavior. His former partner for 18 years, Danielle Wade, is suing Rypien, saying he abused her physically and emotionally in a series of incidents between 2008 and 2020. Wade’s suit says that Rypien has been diagnosed with traumatic brain injury.

It made headlines a couple of weeks ago when Broncos’ WR Jerry Jeudy was arrested for preventing the mother of Jeudy’s daughter from retrieving items from her vehicle. So it should now be reported that all charges against Jeudy have been dropped. The incident involved no physical contact. Jeudy could still face NFL disciplinary action under the league’s personal conduct policy.

Man. I’ve really managed to work a ton of tawdry into this blog post, haven’t I? I did not say Audrey. I said tawdry.

Looks like Suh is through in Tampa Bay. The Bucs Tuesday signed former Bears DT Akiem Hicks to a one-year deal. That almost certainly means the Bucs will not re-sign unrestricted free agent Ndamukong Suh.

Aaron Donald continues to mull retirement if the Rams don’t re-sign him to a new deal. His current contract runs through 2024, but he is now out of guaranteed money. Donald (the best defensive player in the NFL and by all accounts a really good guy) actually said yesterday that “It ain’t about the money.” It’s all about the money. What else would it be about?

P.T. Barnum was right. There is in fact a sucker born every minute. I know, because I am that sucker. Hell, yes, I’m gonna watch that tricked-up round of golf tonight in Las Vegas pairing NFL Quarterback Deities Tom Brady and Aaron Rodgers against Young Guns Patrick Mahomes and Josh Allen. I think I’m for the AFC in this one. In fact, I know I am.

Dustin Johnson—and more than a dozen other PGA Tour players—are actually going to play in the Saudi Murderers Open next month? The Smarmy Lefty remains in seclusion on Uranus.

Nadal beat Djokovic. That means Good beat Evil. I always like it when that happens. That match literally started in May and ended in June.

Lemme get this straight. A major league baseball player drew a three-game suspension for slapping another major league baseball player in the face over a dispute involving…fantasy football. And now the slapper says it was all the fault of his fantasy football league’s commissioner, baseball star Mike Trout.

“Strange days indeed. Most peculiar, mama.”

Tomorrow. Why The Jolly Roger should be deathly afraid of Jon Gruden.

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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.