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There’s only so much an old man can take. USC and UCLA to the Big Ten? I don’t even recognize this planet anymore.

But I guess there’s no bigger traditional conference rivalry in college football than UCLA vs. Rutgers.

This will make your head hurt. At least it made my head hurt. Imagine the Bruins or the Trojans as the Big Ten’s representative in the Rose Bowl someday.

The big winner here is Fox Sports, which now adds the L.A. market to its already lucrative Big Ten television package.

The loser? The Late Pac-12, whose commissioner, George Kliavkoff, was unavailable for comment Thursday. Friends say he has lost his appetite, and perhaps his will to live.

Some athletes enhance their reputations over time. Others forfeit theirs. Kevin Durant comes to mind.

Let me state for the record that there is never a good time to get arrested for domestic violence. But getting cuffed on the eve of NBA free agency, as Hornets’ forward Miles Bridges managed to do Wednesday?…

The NFL has announced a marketing initiative deal with Ice Cube. The concept is to partner the league with black-owned businesses and increase opportunities for those vendors.

Watson’s hearing is over. Let me save you some time and spare you from needless uncertainty. Run ‘Em Down Sue (That’s Judge Robinson to you!) is gonna smack him with an indefinite suspension of at least a year. Watson will appeal, as is his right. But the sole arbiter on appeal is…wait for it…The Jolly Roger. Finis. Keep that arm warm, Jacoby Brissett.

Do the Astros have an actual deed of ownership of the Yankees and Mets? Houston ate the Big Apple right down to the core.

Hey, you slimy American defectors to the Murderous Saudi Blood Money Golf Tour. Among the things you can forget about now would be the Ryder Cup. And you’re gonna have to eat your lunch all by yourselves.

Me? I’m already gone.  Happy Fourth of July weekend, all!

Oh! And happy Bobby Bonilla Day!  Cha-ching!

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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.