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Is anyone surprised that Sark has chosen Quinn Ewers over Hudson Card as the Longhorns’ starting QB? That was a lock. The fix was in the moment Ewers transferred from Ohio State. You want real drama? Wait ‘til Arch Manning shows up in Austin.

Jimbo Fisher says it’s time to “shut up and play.” OK. Ain’t nobody talking but you, Jimbo.

I was very disappointed by Deshaun Watson’s public statements Friday. After appearing to take responsibility for his behavior last week, Watson went right back to insisting he did nothing wrong, repeatedly saying he would “stand on his innocence.” Maybe that NFL mandated counseling will help Watson face the truth.

Yes, the Texans beat the Rams 24-20 late on the Left Coast Friday. Don’t get too excited. Houston’s first team offense stunk it up, and the Rams didn’t play any of their starters.

Can you make an over/under bet on how many penalties the Cowboys will commit tonight against the Chargers? Whatever the number is, take the “over.”

That was a scary moment in Atlanta, where Astros slugger Yordan Alvarez became ill and had to leave the game against the Braves in the bottom of the fifth. Alvarez complained of shortness of breath and was taken to a local hospital. His vitals reportedly were stable. That breathing difficulty may have been exacerbated by smoke from a fireworks fusillade at Truist Park. Oh, and the Astros lost 6-2 in that interleague matchup of last October’s World series opponents.

Some call them the Gangsters of Love. The Astros’ triple-A farm club, the Sugar Land Space Cowboys, scored 17 runs in the 6th inning of a 21-4 win over Oklahoma City Friday night. Sugar Land sent 23 men to the plate in the inning, and 12 of those 17 runs came with two out. It was right out of Genesis. You know, “In The Big Inning…”

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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.