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Collin Morikawa has the 36-hole lead at the Open. I’m trying to remember. Who was it who picked him to win?  (Yeah, I know. It’s early.)

I’m pretty sure that was Rory’s favorite double bogey ever. The Open is all about keeping it together mentally and emotionally. McIlroy rolled in a 23-footer to save a 6 at the par 4 fourth. That got him back on track heading into the weekend.

I see lots of couch and cold liquids in my 48-hour horoscope.

Aww.  Lefty didn’t make the cut?  Gee, that’s too bad.

I had good intentions. I was all set to watch the Aggies’ CWS opener against Au Jus. But I turned on the tv about 15 minutes after the scheduled first pitch, and the game was essentially over.

What are you laughing about, Longhorns?

I still can’t really figure out why The Cesspool That Is The Washington Commanders is Congress’s problem.

It’s good to be Steph. He’s got another ring. He has his Finals MVP Award. And now his alma mater, Davidson, is going to retire his college jersey number 30. Oh, and he just finished up his B.S in sociology at Davidson.

Giants’ backup linebacker Justin Hilliard may have blown a golden opportunity. He’s been suspended for two games for violating the NFL’s PED policy. Bad timing. He was in line to start at middle linebacker while Blake Martinez is rehabbing a torn ACL. Now?

The ‘Stros’ pitching has been nothing short of magnificent so far. Their bats? Hit and miss. Literally. But that was quite the awakening Friday night in H-Town.  Houston pounded five homers in a 13-3 rout of the White Sox, including a grand slam by Michael Brantley that keyed a ten-run 6th inning. The Astros are 16 games over .500. But it has been difficult to tell how good they are, since they have largely padded that gaudy record against the god-awful A.L. West.

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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.