12/4/22 Hold the drama. – Radically Rational

12/4/22 Hold the drama.

Look, we know who’s in. We know Georgia is the top seed. We know Michigan is number two. All that is left to resolve is whether TCU or Ohio State is third, with the remaining team filling out the bracket at four. And does that even matter? Doesn’t bother me one way or the other.

Yeah, if Ohio State is third, then we get a Buckeye-Wolverine rematch in the semis. OK. Again, what’s the problem?

I’m just not seeing much to get riled up about, or outraged about, or offended about. As usual, I’ll just leave that to you.

I did think that “Championship Saturday” was largely anti-climactic, and, with the exception of the Big 12 game, kind of a yawner. And even in that one, the stakes were limited, since it appears TCU’s loss will not keep the Frogs out of the CFP.

Oh, but sincere congrats to K-State. That program is tougher than a two-dollar steak.

Hey, I’m not a Saban hater. Far from it. I respect the man. But I’d respect him even more if he would STFU right about now. You got two losses, Nicky. So, no…

I don’t think I’ve ever before used the word “cocoon” as a verb. But I’m going to cocoon today. It’s NFL Blanky Time! This is by far the best slate of Sunday games so far this season.

Sunday Soothsayer

Vikings 24 Jets 17

Commanders 27 Giants 21

Eagles 21 Titans 17

Chiefs 30 Bengals 27

49ers 27 Dolphins 24

Cowboys 31 Colts 17

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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.