10/26/22 Whether you spell it “Kanye” or “Ye,” it’s pronounced “piece of sh#$.”

That’sa full-on free fall going on in College Station. What are you going to do, Aggies? What can you do?

As great as the Cowboys’ defense has been through seven games, it’s been a little shaky against the run, allowing 4.4 yards per carry. That’s why yesterday’s trade for Raiders run-plugger Jonathan Hankins was a solid move.

The NFL has determined that side judge Jeff Lamberth and line judge Tripp Sutter were not seeking Mike Evans’ autograph during a conversation they had with the Bucs’ wide receiver following Sunday’s game against the Panthers in Charlotte. I want to set the record straight following the snarky pot-shot I leveled Tuesday.

Did the Warriors and Suns get “chippy” or “chirpy” with each other Tuesday night? I’ve read and heard it described both ways. That adjectival distinction interests me more than does the dust-up that led to Klay Thompson’s first NBA ejection. That stuff happens…

There was no doubt that Brittney Griner would lose her appeal of her nine-year Russian prison sentence. That was a given. Now we can get serious about negotiating a prisoner swap, which will happen sometime after the November 8 U.S. mid-term elections.

Chiefs defensive end Frank Clark has received a two-game NFL suspension for his habit of getting pulled over with a loaded gun in his vehicle. Yeah, this has happened before. Clark will be back with the Chiefs in Week Eleven against the Chargers.

Whether you spell it Kanye or Ye, it’s pronounced “peace of shit.” Kudos to Aaron Donald and Jaylen Brown for severing ties with that racist bigot.

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Ben Campos says:

October 27, 2022 at 12:26 pm

If the price of oil can go up another $15/barrel those ag boosters may be able to afford that buyout

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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.