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The NBA Draft is an academic exercise for me. I’m interested informationally, but emotionally detached. Sure, I’ll watch, mostly to see what the Spurs do with those three first-round picks.

Another quick Au Jus knockout over A&M, this time sending the Aggies back to the banks of the Brazos. But that was a great year for the Ags and first-year coach Jim Schlossnagle.  They’re a force going forward.

Au Jus is pretty good at this ball-and-stick, eye-hand coordination thing. Men’s baseball now trying to just stay up with women’s softball in the national winners circle. That would be a double-shot of Crimson and Cream.

PGA commish Jay Monahan has been a mensch up until now in handling The Murderous Blood Money Sportswashing Tour. But Monahan got a little too whiny for me at that Wednesday news conference. Stay strong, JM.

So long, Goose. I know this. Your teammates in both Baltimore and Indy loved you at a level I have seldom observed. That told me everything I needed to know. You were a good watch, too. Almost like a buddy just hangin’ out and watching ball with us. Beers in heaven.

And Ravens linebacker Jaylon Ferguson gone at 26? No words.

The Jolly Roger and the NFL want that Brian Flores class-action lawsuit to go to arbitration. I bet they do. They do not want this going to trial. That laundry is not clean.

Rog looked pretty uncomfortable in front of the House Oversight Committee Wednesday. Squirmish, even. Goodell says he doesn’t have the power to get rid of Commanders’ owner Daniel Snyder. But I guess he could always throat-punch him.

After chumping the Mets twice in Houston, the Astros now head to the Bronx to try to complete a Big Apple Domination tour. “In this corner…Yordan Alvarez! Alvarez! And in this corner…Aaron Judge!  Judge!” They each hit two more dingers on Wednesday.

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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.