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The NFL and the Jolly Roger really had no choice but to appeal the initial decision in the Watson case. The six-game suspension for those serial offenses was inexplicably light and, if left unchallenged, would establish an unmanageable precedent. And, remember, despite the new discipline system that starts with former federal judge Sue L. Robinson, it still ends with Goodell.  Roger is essentially appealing to himself. He has the last word. He has the hammer. He will drop it.

…and then thermonuclear war will break out between the league and the NFLPA.

This is going to get beyond nasty. The NFLPA will make good on its threat to file a kitchen-sink suit against the NFL in federal court. The laundry will be dirty. Much of it will stink, too.

Meantime? Stay loose and eat your veggies, Jacoby Brissett.

But NFL football is like crack. (Not that I would know.) The Hall of Fame game between the Raiders and Jags is tonight. It will be horrible football.  Starters will largely not even see the field. And I’ll watch every minute of it. And I’ll enjoy it.

Were the findings in Dolphin Tampering-Gate released a couple of days ago in part to draw attention away from the Watson decision?  Of course. But that doesn’t make the tampering any less serious and egregious.

And consider this. While Tom Brady will face no disciplinary action for talking with Miami while under contract with Tampa Bay, this disclosure is not going to play well in the Bucs’ locker room. At all. This could be a real problem for that team.

Finally, a solid move by the Cowboys, who Wednesday signed veteran free agent linebacker Anthony Barr. Although he has had some injury issues the last two years, the 30-year-old, four-time Pro Bowler was a stud in his eight seasons with the Vikings. If he’s healthy, it will give Dallas a chance to use Micah Parsons even more as an edge rusher.

You want your receivers to be ultra-fast. But not when they’re behind the wheel. That was a punk move by Cardinals WR Marquise “Hollywood” Brown. “Criminal speeding” on Arizona State Route 101? It’s a misdemeanor. But it’s also stupid, reckless and irresponsible. Dude…

“How Not to Make an NFL Roster,” by Trevor Penning. The Saints’ rookie left tackle got kicked out of practice Wednesday for scuffling with DT Malcolm Roach. Yeah, stuff happens at camp. But Penning is an overachiever. See, that was the third straight day he had been a bad boy at practice. In bowling, they call three in a row a “Turkey.”

Newly acquired first baseman Trey Mancini homered Wednesday in his Astros debut. Let’s hope we seen lots of repeats of that. And that was a very nice job by Houston starter Jose Urquidy, who was nails in dominating the Sawx 6-1. Urquidy had been dealing with mega-anxiety before the trade deadline, dreading that he might be shipped away from Houston. Nope. Now it’s full speed ahead for the final two months of the regular season…and the playoffs.

Yordan Alvarez is a tough out when he has the standard three strikes to work with. He has 30 homers and 72 RBIs. Because of an unfortunate math error by HP Umpire Jim Wolf, Alvarez was not punched out after three strikes Wednesday. So he got a fourth strike. Credit to Red Sox pitcher Rich Hill, who then got Yordy to ground out.

Yeah. Looks like Juan Soto is gonna work out OK for the Padres.

Finally, how’s this for, as Stephen A. would say, “unmitigated gall”? Smarmy Mickelson and ten other golfers who have defected to the Murderous Saudi Blood Money Sportswashing Tour, are suing the PGA Tour for kicking their double-dipping wannabe butts to the curb. You clowns got no case.

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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.