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He means it this time. Brady doesn’t get a vote. I’ll miss Gronk. That Big Goof made the game more fun. He was also the most clutch tight end ever. And, yes, I’m familiar with all the other great ones. I’m relieved that he is retiring. He has taken a frightening beating. Pop open a cold one and put your feet up, Gronk.

While we’re talking about great tight ends, let me just take this gratuitous pot shot. Travis Kelce, for all his brilliance, drops too damn many balls. And this is not a new development.

Deshaun is trying like hell to clean up his room after piling up crusty pizza boxes on the floor for two years. Too late. Daddy Roger is still gonna ground him for a full trip around the Sun.

You’ve always wanted to own an NFL Franchise? Well, the Commanders will be available very soon…

I’ll betcha a cheeseburger that Ryan Fitzpatrick will be a better and more knowledgeable NFL television analyst than Tom Brady. After all, Fitz has played for virtually every team in the league, right?

Sure. Koepka is free to join The Blood Money Tour. And I’m free to call him a shortsighted, ungrateful, selfish, hypocritical jerk. And keep in mind that before about 9 a.m. yesterday he was absolutely my favorite golfer. Dunnwiddhim.

Okay, Aggies. You wanted another shot at Au Jus? You got it. Now try not to fall behind 8-0 in the second this time.

I think Aaron Judge is taking the right approach to his upcoming salary arbitration hearing. A-Judge says he just plans to put on a nice suit and smile at everybody in the room. He hopes it’s a $21 million smile.

I guess Yordan’s hand is ok. He hit that a long way. I’ve composed a poem: “Roses are red. Violets are blue. Screw the Mets.”

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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.