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10/10/22 Let the Cowboys-Eagles hype begin!

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You can see it coming. The Cowboys have won four straight with Cooper Rush. Dak will likely be back next Sunday. Dallas will lose to the Eagles, not because of Dak, but because the Eagles are probably the best team in the NFC. And the dogs will start howling. These are the Cowboys, after all.

That Sunday night game will be hyped as Jaylen vs. Dak. It should be framed as Great Defense against Great Defense. Those are two monstrous D’s.

Kyler Murray lost track of what down it was in the clutch final moments of the Cardinals’ loss to the Eagles. Of course he did. He’s Kyler Murray. Not that Kliffy knew what down it was, either…

Fifteen yards for unnecessary tackling? I know Brady is old, but…

Now Teddy with a concussion, too? Dang. I don’t typically have a lot of sympathy for the Dolphins. But I may make an exception in this case.

Saquon is beastly. He’s such a bad man he could probably walk home from London.

Let me lay a logical sequence on you. Gray football pants look great. Not every team owns gray football pants. The Giants own gray football pants. But the Giants now never wear their gray football pants.  WTH, Giants?! Wear the gray football pants! (That’s what I call being Radically Rational.) Why own the gray football pants if you never wear the gray football pants?

The Saints’ season is still alive. Had they lost at home to Seattle on Sunday, that would have been a wrap. Lights…Kamara…action…

Attention NFL tv announcers. The human body contains 206 bones. Not one of them is named the tibula. We have a tibia Two of them in fact. We have a fibula. Two of them in fact. We do not have a tibula. Not even one of them.

I know the Rams went through a bad patch last year before they caught fire and won the Super Bowl. But I don’t see them pulling out of this tailspin. There’s no there there.

BB watching a postgame on-field interview. “That’s a nice looking young man. Who’s he?” I couldn’t tell her immediately. That’s because I had never before seen Jets rookie RB Breece Hall with his helmet off. He was probably my favorite college football player last year at Iowa State. Yeah…good looking kid. Who knew?

I’ll just own it and let you guffaw. I really thought the Lions were going to beat the Pats.

It was nice to see a touchdown scored in that Texans-Jags game. The fact that it was Houston that scored it was pretty much just a bonus at that point. Do the Texans actually hold the deed of ownership to the Jacksonville Jaguars? That’s nine straight.

And, oh, BTW, it is Jaguars. Jaguars. Jag-wars. It is not jag-wires. There is no “I”—long or otherwise—in Jaguars. If you say Jag-wires, we can’t be friends.

Yeah, I went on a fb rant yesterday afternoon about how dog-ass ugly the Cowboys’ blue jerseys are. Dude called my take “tired”? You want tired? Just look at those dog-ass ugly blue jerseys. Under the law, truth is the ultimate defense. 

Which NFL head coach makes the most bone-headed in-game mistakes, based on some false confidence in “analytics”?  Is it Zac Taylor? Or Brandon Staley. Yes, those are your only two options. Hey, Taylor!  Who do you think you are? Jimbo Fisher?

The young lady on the NFL Network’s “Good Morning Football” is wearing Taylor smooth out as I type. That is a very fine tirade, Young Lady. She is 100 percent correct. Preach on, Young Lady.  Young Lady’s name is Jamie Erdahl. Jamie Erdahl is correct.

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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.