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“Base salary.” That’s the way Texas Tech boosters are describing a program announced Monday that will pay 100 Red Raider football players $25,000 a year in Name-Image-Likeness (NIL) contracts. Payments will start in August and will be made to all 85 Texas Tech scholarship players plus 15 walk-ons. It’s legal, although nobody—and I mean nobody—fully understands the new NIL regulations and their impact on the sport.

Let’s all get acquainted with the word “collectives,” because it is now as big a part of college football lexicon as Cover 2 or Trips Right. “Collectives,” (the word does sound slightly socialist, does it not?) are outside booster groups that can engage in lining up NIL deals for players. Schools themselves cannot be involved, and NIL contracts cannot be used as recruiting inducements. Yes, I see your eyes rolling…

But the Tech program probably makes sense in the current college football landscape. The idea, according to new Red Raider head coach Joey McGuire, is to promote locker room equality and harmony, and reduce possible resentment and jealousy among players. The operative verb here is “reduce.” Individual Tech players will still be able to seek and secure additional NIL deals, so some Red Raider players will inevitably be more “equal” than others. But I understand, and to a degree even applaud, Tech’s effort to be pro-active and get “out front” of this perilous confusion.

Gee, I can’t wait to see how SMU handles all of this.

There will be no merger or partnership between the Big 12 and the Pac-12.  That could a death knell for the remaining members of the Pac-12, who, like Richard Gere in “An Officer and a Gentleman, may now have “no place to go.”

Rams’ DL Bobby Brown has blown an opportunity. The second-year player from Texas A&M was in line to get more playing time this season, but that’s now on hold for a while. The NFL announced Monday that Brown has been suspended for six games for violating the league’s policy on performance-enhancing substances.

Dear Lord…please don’t let tonight’s MLB All-Star Game be tied after nine innings. Please. After nine, the game will be settled by a variation of Home Run Derby. Lord…hear my prayer.

Nice win for the U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team, who blew out defending Olympic champ Canada 1-nil (see, I’m cool) Monday night in Monterrey, Mexico. The victory earned the U.S. the championship of something called CONCACAF W and officially secured a berth in the 2024 Olympics. Sure, I’m pulling for them. They’re a lot more fun to watch than the men.

Longtime NBC golf commentator David Feherty reportedly is splitting to cover the Murderous Saudi Tour. I suggest that Feherty mail himself a fart, as he frequently and juvenilely sends friends.

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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.