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Steve Worster was larger than life, and he put a stamp on college football that changed the sport for a time. Who of my vintage doesn’t remember those “Raging Bull” Sports Illustrated cover photos of Worster running roughshod over fallen defenders through holes that looked like Palo Duro Canyon?

The Wishbone was as big as Texas. It was in your face, arrogant, audacious, irresistible and seemingly boundless. And it was Royal.

But Worster himself, while more than confident, was also a very humble man. He was also much smaller physically than you’d think or remember. He would not in any way be considered a “big back” today.

Steve maxed out his goals in football. He was a high school legend at Bridge City, was the lynchpin of two national championship teams at Texas, built lifelong relationships with teammates, coaches and opponents, and had an appreciation for the “romance” of the Canadian Football League, where he toiled for a time with the Hamilton Tiger-Cats.

Then he quietly turned the page. Steve never rejected football. He simply moved on from it. Some misinterpreted his low-key pursuit of privacy. He was neither a recluse nor a hermit.

He was a gentle man. And a gentleman.  

I found him to be an uncommonly nice and interesting human.

Steve Worster.


“Hit one for Uvalde.” That’s the stuff of legends, Bregman.

Sure. I checked out Sunday’s preseason game between the Raiders and Vikings. I think they both will be playoff teams. And that was the best I’ve seen Kellen Mond look as a pro.

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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.