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With Baker gone to Carolina, that leaves Jimmy G. Most likely destination? Houston. Hear me out. The ‘Niners are not going to trade Garoppolo within their division (Seattle) and would like to get him out of the NFC entirely. The Texans have a motherlode of draft picks from the Watson trade. Houston is in heavy like with second year QB Davis Mills (as am I), but I don’t know that they’re going steady yet.

This gets complicated. Garoppolo is coming off surgery on his throwing shoulder and hasn’t yet resumed throwing. No team is going to trade for Jimmy until they know he’s ok. Then there’s this. Trey Lance reportedly has developed a “tired arm” following Niners’ OTAs and mini-camp. “Tired arm” is football code for, “Oh, hell, this could last all year.” So, SF has to at least consider keeping Garoppolo around for this season. Frankly, I think that would be a smart move, because the rest of that SF team is good to go. Still, the Niners appear determined to throw the keys to Lance.

For the moment, Houston looks like Garoppolo’s most likely landing spot, with Atlanta also lurking.

You didn’t think Mike Gundy was going to pass up a chance to stir the pot, did you? The Oklahoma State head coach took a couple of potshots at Texas and Oklahoma Wednesday at the Big 12 Media Days gathering. Gundy suggested—ok, actually said straight-up—that the Longhorns and Sooners should not be allowed to attend the meetings, since they’re headed for the SEC in 2025, if not earlier. He framed that observation as unsolicited advice for new Big 12 Commish Brett Yormark, who no doubt appreciated that public tutelage. I keep trying to dislike Gundy. I can’t do it. I think he’s a hoot.

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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.