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Just like the long, cool woman in a black dress, that game had it all.

With apologies to the late Dwight Clark, Chas McCormick is now the author of The Catch. Clark cut my heart out in January of 1982. Last night McCormick broke the hearts of his hometown Philly fans.

And Verlander got the monkey (King Kong?) off his back.

And the Astros are heading home with two chances to win one. If Houston finishes this off and Dusty gets his first World Series title, Game Five will be the time capsule moment.

I’m perfectly content to wait for all the facts to emerge. But the account outlined by psychologist Dr. Hillary Cauthen at Thursday’s news conference of alleged serial indecent exposure by now former Spurs player Josh Primo—if true—is devastating. This is going to get beyond ugly. This could change the face of the Spurs organization.

And speaking of ugly, I give you Kyrie Irving. His team says he’s “currently unfit to be associated with the Brooklyn Nets.” I say Kyrie Irving is currently unfit to be associated with humanity.  

It bugged Ray Guy that NFL punters weren’t considered athletes. In his words, it “frosted” him. So he changed all of that. Yes, all of us of that vintage remember Guy’s majestic, stratospheric spirals. The image of Guy’s smooth follow-through, with his right foot well above his head, is indelible. He essentially put the term “hang time” into the national sports vernacular. But here’s what I remember. I was in Tampa covering Super Bowl XVIII in January of 1983. Raiders-Redskins. Washington was the defending SB champ and heavily favored over the Raiders. Second quarter. Raiders have to punt. Long snapper Todd Christensen launched one about eleven feet in the air. Disaster. Or at least it appeared to be until the 6-3 Guy lifted his cleats well more than 30 inches above the grass, fully extended his right hand, caught the ball one-handed and then got the punt away. Raiders 38, Redskins 9. Guy pinned Washington inside its 20-yard-line five times in that game. Athlete?  Look up, “Guy, Ray.” Gone way too soon at 72, RIP, Great One.

Things are lining up well for the Dolphins. Just two days after acquiring stud LB Bradley Chubb from the Broncos, the ‘Fins have signed Chubb to a five-year extension. So, he’s not a half-season “rent-a-player” for Miami. He’s now family.

Just when it was starting to look like the Ravens were coming on strong comes news that they’ve lost WR Rashod Bateman (he of the 19-yards per catch average) for the season with a foot injury. That is significant.

And that’s a 2022 wrap for Saints star Michael Thomas. Toe surgery. Could be a rap on the Saints’ season as well.

Maybe we’re all surprised that Geno Smith is playing so well. But he’s not. And that’s a big reason why the Seahawks are a “surprise” 5-3.

Brady is just 164 yards shy of 100,000 career passing yards. Say WHAT?

The Astros won. My Rice Owls won, and also in dramatic fashion. Too bad the Texans couldn’t pull off the Thursday Night H-Town Trifecta with a win over the Eagles. But, hey, those Battle Red helmets were sweet.

Oh, if you’re keeping track, Jalen Hurts has now won eleven straight regular season games.

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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.