08/03/22 And a very pleasant good evening to you, Mr. Scully.

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He was baseball’s poet laureate. He was marvelously knowledgeable, thoroughly prepared, eminently gracious, eternally grateful, and delighted to contribute to our enjoyment of life. He led an “other-focused” life, and that focus was us. He never let us down. And he never met a moment that was bigger than he was.

I got to see him work up close once, during the 1982 World Series between the Cardinals and Brewers. What a privilege. And what a lesson.

So long, Vin. We’ll see you around.

Padre Power? I wonder how Mr. Scully would have framed this blockbuster trade. This puts some bark in baseball’s Dog Days. Soto be it! That was bold, on the part of both the Padres and the Nationals. And that object in the Dodgers’ rear-view mirror is now looming large.

Good to have deGrom and his 100-mph heater back in the game. I hope his elbow and shoulder hold up this time.

Another missed opportunity for the Astros. They had a huge chance in the eighth inning of another one-run loss to the Sawx.

For now at least we’ll call the Cowboys’ WR corps “CeeDee and the Little Lambs.” Yeesh.

The Broncos’ receiver room could use some help, too, after the highly respected Tim Patrick went down with a season-ending ACL injury on Tuesday.

See, Dolphins. This is why you can’t have nice things. You’ve assembled a team that is good to go. But now this. Serial tampering from 2019 to 2022. You thought you could get away with that, Stephen Ross?

Meanwhile, Watson gets just six games. I have a hard time understanding this sport sometimes.  

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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.