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The Astros and Yankees split four weekend games in the Bronx. Aaron Judge walked it off for NY in games one and four, with game three producing an Astros no-hitter. Imagine what October might be like.

Oh, SEC haters. That conference owns college baseball, too. Hotty toddy.

That brawl between the Mariners and Angels that resulted in eight ejections? Boys will be boys, I guess. But I draw the line at Angels’ closer Raisel Iglesias coming back onto the field to throw a sunflower seeds and chewing gum toward the Ms. Were there no juice boxes handy?

After lunch Sunday, I watched a 1985 NFL Classic between the Bears and Packers at Lambeau. You know what was great about the original 46 defense?  46. Holy moly. 45 was pretty decent, too.  Plank and Fencik? I ain’t goin’ in there. You could get hurt.

One more impression from watching that oldie. Man, guys had shoulder pads the size of Delaware.

Undrafted rookie Jonathan Garibay from Texas Tech is currently the only kicker on the Cowboys’ roster. Kicking? “It’s 99 percent mental and the other one percent is probably mental, too.”  Yep. That young man is a kicker.  

Yes, I absolutely buy into the notion that winning the Stanley Cup is the most difficult thing in team sports. Congrats, Avs!

When does Texas Football magazine hit the stands? I got the itch…

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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.