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Amidst the uncertainty surrounding the Cowboys’ 2022 offense, there is one comforting source of stability.

Dak is healthy. Unlike this time a year ago, when Prescott was still rehabbing 2020’s gruesome ankle injury, Dak is a full go at the Boys’ mandatory mini-camp. That will have a settling effect on everyone. There is plenty of work to be done after all the offseason reshuffling in the offensive line and receiving corps.

Here’s an interesting idea. Tony Pollard as Deebo?  The Cowboys reportedly are tinkering with the idea of occasionally using Pollard as a slot receiver. I’m all in. That would be a matchup nightmare for some defenses, and would be a great way to get Pollard and Zeke on the field at the same time. Can you say, “big plays”?

Deshaun Watson says he’s sorry, OK? OKAY? I mean, the guy says he’s sorry about all of this. What the hell do you want? Jeez…  Perhaps Watson should change his jersey number to “24.”  In the meantime, do you know how much return the Browns are going to get from their $230 million dollar investment in 2022?  Zero. He is not going to see the field.

NFL’s happiest head coach on Tuesday? John Harbaugh, when he looked out on the practice field and saw Lamar Jackson. Harbaugh probably didn’t stop smiling, even  when Jackson threw two quick picks in the 11-on-11 period.

Most apprehensive coach? Kliff Kingsbury, who knows that Kyler Murray has both the ability and the willingness to destroy his team’s culture. Have I mentioned that I really, truly don’t like Kyler Murray?

Oh, and speaking of bad cultures.  Look no further than Your Phoenix Suns. Women beware. Get busy, Adam Silver.

I’m a U.S. Open guy. It’s my favorite of golf’s major tournaments. It’s my country’s national championship, and it falls at a time of the year when it gets my full attention. What do I want for Fathers’ Day? I want to chill (since I can’t grill, but that’s another sad story), pop open some cold liquids and watch the final round of the Open until my retinas bleed. But there are some ill winds blowing that threaten to rip some of the fun out of the event. Mickelson said Tuesday, “Everyone is entitled to their opinion.” OK, Smarmy. Here’s mine. You’re an asshole. And a phony. And a sellout. And an ingrate. I hope there’s an 83 in your Thursday horoscope. Rory is not from America. Neither is Rahm. But they are both better “Americans” than you are, Smarm.

Cards’ pitcher Miles Mikolas came within one strike of a no-hitter against the Pirates last night in St. Louis. His last pitch of the night was his 129th. Go ice down that arm, young man.

You want efficiency? The ‘Stros scored four runs on a stretch of just nine pitches in the eighth inning of a 4-3 win over The Hated Texas Rangers.

The “Horns Down” gesture? Who cares? Certainly not I. Do it. Don’t do it. So what?

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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.