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Which team and organization is more utterly incompetent? The Colts? Or the Raiders? I guess we’ll find out Sunday in Vegas.

I think Frank Reich was done dirty in Indy. But I’m not going to worry about his future. He’ll have a new and much better job next season. Reich is a very bright man and a very good coach. Jim Irsay, on the other hand, is obviously not well. I just hope Jeff Saturday doesn’t end up getting used. Sam Ehlinger is already a victim in this travesty.

Speaking of unmotivated, dysfunctional teams, gee, I can’t wait to see the Rams and Cardinals.

I don’t know what the over-under is for Sunday’s game between the Titans and Broncos. But even if the line is set at four, bet the under.

Rumors are just rumors, especially when they involve the Cowboys. But I think there’s some substance to the idea the Boys will pursue OBJ. And certainly Lil’ Abner has not denied it. I’m for it, actually.

Tony Pollard will run wild Sunday in Green Bay. And Rodgers is going to get hit, despite his uncanny ability to get the ball out of his hand in a blink. I think the only thing that could derail Dallas would be if Mike McCarthy apples-up in his return to Lambeau.

Marquee Game of Week Ten? Minnesota at Buffalo, assuming Allen’s elbow is OK.

Spotlight on the Big 12 this Saturday. K-State at Baylor. KU at Tech. TCU at Texas. Joobet!

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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.