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The Cowboys won the game. But they failed their “maturity test.” That’s why I still don’t fully trust them.

The Texans caught every break. Every crazy thing that needed to happen for Houston to win happened. And still the Texans couldn’t close.

And, yeah, I thought Lovie effed up late. Follow me. Houston up 23-20 with just under six minutes remaining. Tremon Smith gets his second pick of the game, deep in Cowboy territory. Houston turns that into a third and goal from the one, with a chance to put the hammer down. But on third down, Rex Burkhead loses two yards back to the three. Your stud rookie running back has been knocked out of the game. Fourth and goal from the three, after just losing two yards. Gotta kick the FG. You can’t take a chance on getting NO points off that turnover. But instead, Houston QB Jeff Driskill got stuffed on a messed-up fourth down keeper play.

I know what you’re thinking. Houston was 1-10-1. Go for it. What the hell.  Beyond that, you’re going to point out that a FG would have put the Texans up by six, and that Dallas’ subsequent 98-yard TD drive probably would have given the Cowboys a 27-26 win anyway.

Not so fast, Pigskin Breath. As it played out, Dallas scored with 41 seconds left to go up 27-23. Forty-one seconds is plenty of time. But now Houston is down four, instead of just one. Now the Texans need a TD instead of just a FG. Fairbairn is a helluva kicker. But he became irrelevant.

That was a bad fourth and goal decision, Lovie. Take the points. And manage all 60 minutes of the game.

In the 60s, I was told that Clapton was God. I was dubious. But now I think there’s at least a 50-50 chance that Justin Herbert IS God. The NFL is blessed with a bunch of great young quarterbacks. (I’m gonna stop calling Mahomes a “young” quarterback.) But I think a healthy Herbert is the best of them, despite my love for Josh Allen. Holy crap…

The NFL is a QB-driven league. (And water is wet.) The SB champ may end up being the team that can keep its QB upright. Or the team that just plows through adversity. How about the ‘Niners? They lose Trey Lance. They lose Jimmy G. Enter rookie 7th round draft pick Brock Purdy. Nothing looked too big for him. He was in total control. In fact, in that uniform, Purdy reminded me a lot of…uhh…you know who I’m talking about. OK, I’ll just let it go at that for now. SF is fine at QB. Now, if they’ve lost Deebo, that may be quite another matter.

Russell Wilson’s concussion was ugly. And scary. And the Ravens, who gutted out a crucial victory over the Steelers, could be in trouble now that BACKUP QB Tyler Huntley is in the concussion protocol.

And you want TOUGH? Did you see the beating Jets QB Mike White took Sunday in Buffalo? And did you see him keep getting up? He now owns that locker room. Zach Wilson is not getting his job back. He needs to enter the “transfer portal.”

WTH has gotten into the Carolina Panthers? They’re legit. They’re pretty good. That object suddenly receding in the rear-view mirror may be the Seattle Seahawks.

Hmmm. I’m aware of only one person who publicly predicted that the Lions would beat the Vikings and the Jags would beat the Titans. Kudos to that guy. He’s currently my favorite prognosticator.

Navy FIRED Coach Ken? Are you KIDDING me?  That is not “military intelligence.”

I hope Leach is OK. Pneumonia ain’t funny.

God love you, Paul Silas. I’ll never forget you.

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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.