11/20/22 City of Champions! – Radically Rational

11/20/22 City of Champions!

What a time for San Antonio college football! UTSA! UIW! Trinity! S.A. is indeed the City of Champions. And there is a lot more fun still to be had in all three of those programs.

It was fun while it lasted, Tennessee.

After nine games, we still don’t know much about this Cowboy team’s identity and potential. The picture will be much clearer after Sunday’s road game against the Vikings. Yes, the Minnesota has won a lot of close games in piling up that 8-1 record, but I would in no way call the Vikings fluky. They’re good. They will be playing at home in an indoor environment, and their running game, led by Dalvin Cook, will stress a Dallas rush defense that has been more than leaky.

I’ve read a lot of folks on social media saying the Bills-Browns game should not have been moved out of Buffalo, followed by the predictable mindless machismo bluster about playing “real man football,” etc. Look. The issue was not the game. The issue was the resources it would take to play the game, resources that if tied up would leave Buffalo and surrounding communities dangerously vulnerable. That was a no-brainer.

Yes, I know the Patriots have beaten the Jets 13 straight times, including earlier this season. But the Jets will get it done today.

Sunday Soothsayer

Bears 28 Falcons 24

Bills 37 Browns 27

Eagles 27 Colts 17

Jets 24 Patriots 17

Saints 20 Rams 16

Giants 31 Lions 21

Ravens 28 Panthers 13

Raiders 17 Broncos 14

Bengals 34 Steelers 24

Chiefs 31 Chargers 24

Commanders 27 Texans 21

Vikings 28 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.