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Come clean, fellow Astros’ fans. You were a little nervous in Game Two Saturday night when Houston took a 5-0 lead, right?  I know I was. As Yogi would have said, “It was like déjà vu all over again,” but it turned out fine. Good to have ‘Tuve back in gear. Now it’s on to Philly for Game Three on Monday. No baseball on Sunday. Even MLB knows that October Sundays are owned by The Big Dog.

The Texans are a mess, and they’re in full rebuilding mode. Still, it’s a shame they are considering trading WR Brandin Cooks. He’s their best, and thus most shoppable, player. There are some teams looking for immediate help at WR, including the Rams, Giants and Vikings.

Tony Pollard should run wild today against the Bears. Dallas will feed him, and the Bears can’t stop the run even a little bit.

Let the countdown begin immediately. Tennessee/Georgia. That’s gonna rock. And, hell yes, Tennessee can win that game.

What has happened to the football program at Michigan State? That program has been in a slide—both on and off the field—for several years now. And the thuggery the Spartans displayed last night in the tunnel of The Big House in Ann Arbor was disgusting.

Here’s why Ohio State might finally break through in the CFP. Defense. The Buckeyes actually play defense now.

For a variety of childhood-rooted reasons, I have been a Rice Owls football fanatic since I was three. That of course has generated a number of mental health issues and personality disorders. But I’ve never been more disgusted with the Owls than I was in Saturday’s inexcusable loss to Charlotte. Unbreak my heart.

It’s a good thing I have my UIW Cards as an emotional life raft. That was a good win Saturday over Texas A&M Commerce.

Meanwhile, rumor has it that Texas A&M College Station still operates a varsity boys tackle football program. We might now want to put that to a vote.

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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.