Share on facebook
Share on google
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin

The Cowboys will win some games. Maybe as many as ten. They have some very talented players. But they don’t have enough of them. I think their revamped receiving corps will be fine, although maybe not right away. But there are too many holes and questions in their offensive line, and Elliott is reaching the point in his career at which his performance will decline. Defensively, Parsons and Diggs are All-Universe, but it falls off after that. Lil’ Abner has perpetuated an unstable work environment, and Mike McCarthy has an understandable case of the yips, as well as a sore neck from constantly looking over his shoulder.

The rest of the NFC East is better than it was a year ago, and the Cowboys are not as good as they were, at least on paper. Philly is a problem.

Oh, and Michael Thomas was back on the field Wednesday at the Saints’ training camp.

Super Bowl? You have to win the NFC, right? How are they gonna do that? In no order, the Rams, Bucs, Saints and Packers are all better than Dallas, and the ‘Niners, Vikings, Cardinals and Eagles could be, too. Nope, the string of Cowboy seasons with no SB will extend to 27 years.

Yes, of course I hope we get Brittney Griner and Paul Whelan back home immediately, even though I find this particular proposed prisoner swap distasteful. But that’s the only way we can get them back, so let’s proceed. But don’t ask me to regard Griner as a folk hero.

“My career is not over.” So says Angels’ superstar Mike Trout, despite his disclosure of what is described as a “rare” and serious back condition. I hope he’s right. Baseball needs Mike Trout.

Swept by the A’s? Nobody gets swept by the A’s. At least nobody had in 31 previous series against the A’s. Congrats, ‘Stros.

Bye-bye, Bubba. And take your pink driver with you. That’s a shame. I’ve enjoyed watching you play. But I can’t go for The Murderous Saudi Sportswashing Tour. No can do…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

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.