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That’s gonna prove to be a very painful and expensive chronic migraine, Arizona Cardinals. Kyler Murray, aka “Mr. September,” is going to wreck your franchise.

Methinks they doth protest too much. How do you know the Astros are deep in the heads of the Yankees?  The Yankees keep screaming about how the Astros are not in their heads. Doubleheader sweep? That’s a sweet way to get back from the break. ‘Stros take the season series over NY 5-2.

American once again feels the need for speed! U.S. sprinters sweep the 200 at the World Championships in Eugene, just days after U.S. sprinters had swept the 100. That’s the way this sprint thing is supposed to work. That 200 sweep was led by Noah Lyles, who clocked 19.31 to break Michael Johnson’s 26-year-old American record by a hundredth of a second.

Hey, Rams. That’s not a ring, it’s a Swiss Army Knife. Or a George Foreman grill.

The Hoodie works in mysterious ways. No official offensive or defensive coordinator? Kinky.

I guess Jimmy G. isn’t gonna be the placeholder QB in Cleveland. That role may fall to Josh Rosen, whom the Browns Thursday signed to a one-year deal. Rosen can sling it. That’s never been the issue. His physical fragility is. Too bad the NFL is not a 7-on-7 shorts and t-shirts league.

Hunker down, Dawg!  UGA’s Kirby Smart breaks the bank to the tune of $112.5 million over the next ten years. That’s great until the first time you lose two in a row.

The Giants are going back to their Phil Simms/Lawrence Taylor Era unis, with “GIANTS” inscribed on the helmets.  I’m in the minority, I’m sure, but I’m not a fan. I much prefer the “ny” logo.

Don’t do it, Chuck Barkley. I’d prefer to keep liking you.

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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.