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Commanders’ owner Dan Snyder won’t testify Wednesday before the House Oversight Committee as requested. Danny says he will be out of the country on Commanders-related business. So how about testifying virtually, Danno? You know we can do that these days, right? Danny Boy, says, nah, I’m good. I’ll pass on that, too.

“Toxic workplace culture” in Washington? Yes, and it starts with a toxic, cowardly owner.

Houston Baptist senior basketball star Darius Lee went home to Harlem for the summer. The 21-year-old was just hanging outside at a cookout with some friends shortly after midnight Monday. Gunshots. Darius is dead. Eight other people were wounded. Lee led HBU in scoring and rebounding last season and was recently named the school’s Male Student Athlete of the Year. He was set to graduate in December with a degree in sports management.  That’s all gone now.

The NBA Draft is Thursday night. The Orlando Magic have the first pick, as they often seem to do. I must admit I like this pre-draft quote from Magic President of Basketball Operations Jeff Weltman. “We do want to get better, but not at the expense of rushing back to mediocrity.” Enlightened, IMO.

Yes, the Spurs have in many ways been a model professional sports franchise, and their ability to stay at or near the top of the heap for more than two decades was remarkable, and certainly reflected superlative management and foresight. That said, the two biggest events in Spurs history were the result of dumb luck, in landing both David Robinson and Tim Duncan in two separate lotteries. Thursday is a pivotal moment for the Spurs, who have three picks in the first round. This could provide the Spurs with a path back to relevance. And this time, “luck” will not be part of the equation. So, let’s see some of that Spurs Genius, right? No pressure there…

That was a pretty good parade, Dubs. One news outlet described it as “raucous.” Raucous is ok, as long as nobody gets hurt. And nobody did.

I’m told that recently graduated El Campo High School running back Ruben Owens II is pretty good. I read somewhere that somebody has him ranked as the #2 running back recruit in the country. I’ll have to take their word for it, because I refuse to fawn over an 18-year-old, and for the most part, I think recruiting rankings are just breathless hype. But FWIW, Ruben just committed to Louisville. This is after he de-committed from Texas a year ago. I will say this. Ruby has the lofty rhetoric thing down. “I have always been a trailblazer, and aimed to create my own legacy on the road less traveled in hopes of inspiring others to believe in themselves.” Damn, son. Louis and Clark were trailblazers. How ‘bout for now you just start by going to class, being a good dude, being a good teammate, practicing hard, staying out of trouble, learning your position and not fumbling? Nobody likes a fumbler.

And…we bid adieu to Stanford at the CWS. Oh well. There are worse places to go back home to than Palo Alto, I guess…

The Yankees are the first to 50 wins, if you’re counting. And Gerrit Cole is pretty good, if you haven’t noticed.

I’ve spent a little time going over NFL salaries. The Texans’ Laremy Tunsil is the second highest paid tackle in the league, at $22 million per year. I don’t want to say he’s stealing money, but that’s an awful lot of bread per false start and holding penalty.

I’m just glad we finally made it to summer, right? Stay outta the kitchen.

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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.