09/10/22 I don’t wanna hear it… – Radically Rational

09/10/22 I don’t wanna hear it…

For the record, I’m really not into the whole, “What if Colt McCoy hadn’t gotten hurt?” thing in the 2010 national championship game against Alabama. He did. It’s called football. I don’t wanna hear it.

That is a very large wager that Lamar Jackson is making on himself. And not necessarily a smart one. Any player who hires himself as his agent has a fool for a client. Three words of advice for you, brother: “Don’t get hurt.”

I bet the other 31 teams in the NFL want to throat punch the Browns for giving Deshaun Watson that $230 million fully-guaranteed contract.

Yes, “It’s only one game,” but I think the Rams have real problems. Can’t protect. Can’t run the ball. Can’t get after the other guys’ passer. Nobody to throw the ball to other than Cooper Kupp. Stafford’s arm looks shaky. Nobody in the NFC West can afford to get off to a slow start, and the defending SB champs are clearly stumbling out of the blocks.

And speaking of “Nobody to throw the ball to,” Aaron Rodgers could be in a world of hurt.

The Cowboys have huge holes in their offensive line. But so do the Bucs. That’s why I’m having a hard time getting a feel for Sunday night’s opener.

With all of those stud young quarterbacks in the AFC, nobody’s talking about Matt
Ryan. If he’s right—and there’s no reason to think he won’t be—he could turn the Colts into an instant monster. I’ll be glued to their opener against the Texans.

And within that same division, has anybody heard one word about Ryan Tannehill in the offseason? The Titans are still a very good team.

We’ll save the full slate of Week One NFL picks for Sunday morning. But here’s a tease. I’m taking the Bears to upset the ‘Niners. And SF is going to be glad to have hung on to Jimmy G. He’ll be their starter again a month from now.

Check out my Saturday college football picks right here on this site. Let’s have some fun!

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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.