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I don’t know which is more remarkable. That the Vikings came from 33-0 down to beat the Colts? Or that the Colts ever led the Vikings—or anybody else—by 33 points?

If you don’t feel at least a little bit badly for Matt Ryan, you have at least mild sadistic traits. Ryan has by-and-large had a wonderful NFL career, but that’s not what anyone is going to remember. His extended social security number is now officially 28-3/33-0.

I genuinely like and respect Jeff Saturday. But Saturday will not be coaching on Sunday in 2023. Jeff should just embrace his inner “interim.”

Would you like to be Nate Burleson?  Hell, I would.

Who won that game between Cleveland and Baltimore? Cincinnati, of course, which now has the inside track to the AFC North title.

By the time we got to the Miami at Buffalo game Saturday night I was already being treated for Battered Fan Syndrome. UTSA lost. UIW lost. Boerne lost. Rice lost.

But although I was curled into the fetal position, I marveled at Josh Allen’s performance in bringing the Bills back for that 32-29 win. And props to the Dolphins for fighting like rabid badgers in a very hostile environment.

Did I mention that Rice lost its bowl game? But at least the Owls gave up an all-time bowl rushing record of 329 yards to Southern Miss Superman Frank Gore, Jr. So, that’s some distinction, I guess. You’re welcome.

Sunday Soothsayer

Lions 27 Jets 24

Saints 24 Falcons 17

Eagles 31 Bears 17

Panthers 21 Steelers 14

Broncos 10 Cardinals 9

Patriots 27 Raiders 21

Bengals 28 Bucs 20

Chargers 31 Titans 20

Commanders 30 Giants 20

Chiefs 31 Texans 17

Cowboys 27 Jaguars 24

France 1 Argentina 0

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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.