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Heat stroke. That’s what led to the June 1 death of former Cowboys and Bears running back Marion Barber III. Police making a welfare stop found the 38-year-old Barber dead inside his Frisco apartment. Heat stroke. Does that make you as sad as it does me?

I also pause to remember former Michigan Wolverine football coach Gary Moeller, who succeeded Bo Schembechler and preceded Lloyd Carr in Ann Arbor. Coach Moeller died Monday at the age of 81. He was a “Michigan Man,” and that’s about the highest praise you can get in those parts.

This news, however, I found uplifting. It’s widely known that former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice is a football freak. She’s now part of the Denver Broncos’ ownership group. Ms. Rice lived in Denver as a child, and the Broncs were her team. Remember also that she served on the first College Football Playoff Committee, and can X and O all day with you. See, that’s the way it is with daughters of football coaches. You go, Madam Secretary!

“Acrisure Stadium” just doesn’t have much of a ring, does it? It’s not spicy, but at least it won’t stain your shirt.

Wow. Nothing screams “college football” more than UCLA at Rutgers in a Big Ten Conference game, does it?

Strange days indeed. Most peculiar, mama.

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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.