09/08/22 Let the Big Dog eat! Confessions of the Ugly American Football Guy.

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Get out of the way, pups!  Let the Big Dog eat!

ENNEFFELL Football. It just got real.

No more screwing around with summer league hoops, dog days of baseball (although I do love the postseason), tennis, or pickleball.

The ENNEFFELL is the dog. Everything else is just the tail. I’m not the least bit offended by watching the greatest football players on Earth play the greatest sport ever invented. Not offended at all.

No “soft opens” of playing three months of games nobody gives a small damn about, as the NBA does.

It gets very real, starting tonight.

Christmas? The NFL owns that, too. Does it sound like I’m tweaking you, hoopsters?

How very perceptive of you. Eat your hearts out. But in the meantime, get the hell out of the way and let the big dog eat. 

The outcome of tonight’s opener between the Bills and Rams?  I don’t have the beginnings of a clue. And that’s the beauty of it.

Yes, I Am the Ugly American Footballer. And it’s my world. Deal with it.

(That all felt really good.)

Does Texas have a chance Saturday? You mean to actually win?  Oh, just hell no. But that’s not to say the game does not have value for the ‘Horns and what Sark is trying to build.

Emmanuel Sanders went to SMU, proving that nobody’s perfect. But he is a great guy and just completed a wonderful 12-year NFL career. Manny’s hangin’ ‘em up. Very well done, Good Sir. A pro’s pro.

Apparently things got very uncomfortable and even a little ugly before Russ and the Seahawks divorced. I’m hoping the same thing doesn’t wind up happening between Lamar and the Ravens.

Big 12 Commish Brett Yormack says his league is “going out West.” Translation. That is an existential threat to you, Pac-12. You are officially in “check.”

“We don’t take nights off.” –Astros slugger Kyle Tucker. Precisely. That’s what I love about the Astros.

It’s September 8.  Aaron Judge has 55 homers. That’s…pretty good.

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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.