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BSE?  Best Saturday Ever?

I’m still trying to figure out exactly how Tennessee got those 45 yards out of 13 seconds. Kinda reminded you of the Chiefs-Bills playoff game last January, right? Even after Alabama dug out of that early hole to take the lead, the Tide never really looked like the Tide. Bonehead mistakes. Soft and confused defense. Seventeen penalties.

That game-winning FG by the Vols’ Chase McGrath was uglier than sin unless you were wearing pale orange. That thing looked like the last helicopter out of Saigon. Of course, it also looked like victory.

So who’s Number One? I’ll ride with the Vols until somebody beats them.

There’s progress in Austin. Saturday’s hard-fought victory over Iowa State was exactly the type of game the Longhorns would have found a way to lose in recent years, when the ‘t” in “tough” certainly did not stand for “Texas.” This time, the Longhorns out-toughed the Cyclones. Remember early in the game when the ‘Horns blocked that ISU punt deep in Cyclone territory but failed to turn it into points? That would have broken last year’s Texas team.

I’m a big fan of Iowa State coach Matt Campbell. He’s a wonderful coach and he has done a helluva job in Ames. But Campbell made an ass of himself Saturday. Yes, that was a fumble by Cyclone QB  Hunter Dekkers. And, no, that was not targeting.

Sonny Dykes did a very nice job at SMU. But he now looks so much more comfortable at TCU. Better cultural fit? His Frogs are a pleasure to watch, except for those unis.  

Stanford beat Notre Dame? Didn’t break my heart.

I felt very confident going in that Arkansas would beat BYU.

I watched college football until my retinas bled on Saturday, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a day in which so many offensive big-play opportunities were missed by so many teams. It started in the 11 a.m. window and lasted until midnight. Passes dropped in embarrassing fashion by wide-open receivers, quarterbacks missing wide-open receivers, brain-dead penalties, careless fumbles, etc. The strange thing is that in many cases the mistakes just heightened the excitement.

I’m going to make a difficult concession. Michigan is good.

Did you hang in long enough to see Utah’s 43-42 win over USC? The Utes took it with a two-point conversion with 48 seconds left to deal the Trojans the first loss of the Lincoln Riley era.

Dodgers? Gone. Braves? Gone. Yankees? On life support.

Astros? Movin’ on to the ALCS. That 18-inning classic Game Three capper was the result of six hours and 22 minutes of physical, mental and emotional torture for everyone involved. Forty two combined strikeouts. Jeremy Pena will never again have to buy a beer for the rest of his natural life. And let’s say this for the Mariners. They got swept, but they could have won any or all of those three games.

OK! It’s Time for The Sunday Soothsayer!

Niners 27 Falcons 17

Browns 24 Pats 21

Packers 31 Jets 24

Colts 24 Jags 17

Vikings 28 Dolphins 21

Bengals 27 Saints 24

Ravens 31 Giants 21

Buccaneers 37 Steelers 13

Rams 24 Panthers 14

Seahawks 27 Cardinals 24

Chiefs 34 Bills 31

Eagles 27 Cowboys 24

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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.