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What?  WHAT? Do you think I’M going to read Mac Jones’ MRI?  Do you?  I’m even more day by day than he is. And if I have to tell you that eleven more times at a press conference, you better believe I will!

Baseball is rooted in romantic nostalgia. It’s what makes baseball baseball. Seeing Aaron Judge hit #61 took me back to 1961, when I was seven years old. Little Coachie was very into Roger Maris’s pursuit of The Babe’s HR record. The scene Wednesday night was a warm trip back to my childhood. Now go ahead and lose a game, Yankees, so my Astros can clinch home field throughout the AL playoffs.

If you’re trying to build a championship football team and program that has some staying power, the defensive line is a pretty good place to start. The Aggies got an impressive commitment Wednesday when 6-4, 270 pound five-star recruit David Hicks from Katy, Texas chose A&M over Au Jus.

The Northwestern Wildcats are building a new football crib. They say the food court is going to be really good.

It’s a wonderful blessing that Bills DB Dane Jackson is ok and cleared to return to practice. I’ve seen few things scarier than the blow to his head and neck that he took earlier this month in that game against the Titans. Relieved and delighted that he’s gonna be ok.

Saints vs. Vikings Sunday is a big game. So why do we have to do the London Fog? I’m just not in any way enamored with these international regular season games. And I’m sure Jameis Winston’s injured back and ankle didn’t appreciate the flight across the pond.

Lamar Jackson has provided 87% of the total yards for the NFL’s top scoring offense. 87% Say WHAT?  That’s remarkable, but that also has to be a little bit harrowing for the Ravens, given Jackson’s injury history.

I understand why analytics and metrics drive baseball. I think the premise is much less valid in football.

This season is blowing up on the Chargers. Joey Bosa and Rashawn Slater are both gone for the year, and Justin Herbert is not going to feel good until sometime around Easter.

The NFL is brilliant at developing contingency plans. I hope the league goes ahead and moves Sunday’s scheduled game between the Bucs and Chiefs to Minneapolis. But why wait? Do it today. Do it before breakfast.

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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.