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What a way for the Astros to clinch a postseason berth Friday night as Yordan Alvarez hit three homers and Justin Verlander struck out nine in his return from that calf strain in a 5-0 win over the A’s. Alvarez’s “hat trick” came on his first three at-bats.

Look, I’m picking the Aggies tonight against Miami. But I really don’t know why. They have to still be a little punchy, and they’re starting a new quarterback in Max Johnson. A&M better take care of business tonight. Have you seen their upcoming schedule? Remember, Jimbo, in the words of the Beatles, “Money can’t buy you love.”

Texas proved last Saturday that it was not afraid of Alabama. UTSA will prove tonight that the Roadrunners are not afraid of Texas.

Sure, I’ll save my full slate of NFL picks for Sunday morning. But here’s a leak. The Saints will beat the Bucs, who will very much miss the injured Chris Godwin.

Justin Herbert has fractured rib cartilage. He is listed as day-to-day, and will very likely play a week from Sunday against the Jaguars. So, “no big deal,” right? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? HAVE YOU EVER HAD TORN OR FRACTURED RIB CARTILAGE? That is one tough hombre.

Disgraced and suspended Phoenix Suns owner Robert Sarver has to go. For good. Forever. Lifetime ban. Get outta here.

Paul’s Peerless Picks (Saturday College Version)

Georgia 45  South Carolina 18

Oklahoma 41  Nebraska 21

Baylor 42  Texas State 17

Syracuse 24  Purdue 23

Notre Dame 27  Cal 20

Kansas State 31 Tulane 20

Oregon 34  BYU 30

Ole Miss 37  Georgia Tech 24

Penn State 24  Auburn 21

Alabama 47  UL Monroe 17

Houston 35  Kansas 28

LSU 36  Mississippi State 31

N.C. State 38  Texas Tech 37

Michigan State 28  Washington 20

Maryland 34  SMU 31

Louisiana 37  Rice 28

Texas A&M 24  Miami 21

Incarnate Word 51  Prairie View 28

Texas 31  UTSA 28

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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.