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You sure you want to go there, Aggies? Bobby Petrino? THE Bobby Petrino?

All that guy is gonna bring to your program is road rash. (If you get that reference, great. If not, I certainly just amused myself.)

Bobby Petrino? This is an act of desperation by Jimbo, I get it. Jimbo should feel desperate. Because he is desperate.

Know this. There are a lot of big-money Old Ags that ain’t gonna like this. Of course, they like losing even less.

I’m guessing that some of you have jumped to the conclusion that I somehow objected to ESPN’s Dan Orlovsky leading an on-air prayer for Damar Hamlin. Quite the contrary. I thought it was beautiful, and completely appropriate.

OK. I ain’t your damn librarian. But for those of you who are not too lazy to seek it out, check out a piece that was published in the Washington Post late Wednesday explaining why NOBODY was lying about the “five minute warmup” flap Monday night. Joe Buck was not lying. Neither was Troy Vincent from the NFL. The explanation was EXACTLY as I explained it in yesterday morning’s daily video. Nobody was lying here. Nobody was a bad guy. This event—tragic as it was—was competently and compassionately addressed by an awful lot of good guys.

I apologize for my tardiness here. I deeply mourn the passing of Cliff Gustafson. Coach Gustafson was as fine a man as I have ever known.

OK. I started this post with some Aggie snark. Might as well end it the same way. The A&M basketball equipment manager left the team’s jerseys at the hotel prior to last night’s game at Florida. They had to go back and get them, which delayed the start of the game. The ref T’d ‘em up for that. 

What’s the big deal? Some of the best pickup games I ever played in were “Shirts and Skins.”

Oh, who ultimately won the game?  That’s third graf stuff. You’re gonna have to “do your own research.”  As I said earlier, I ain’t your damn librarian.

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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.