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Georgia is the new standard.

Georgia is the new Alabama.

And, yes, for now, Smart is the new Saban.  That’s the way things work in college football.

Georgia has painted college football a different shade of red. The Bulldogs are THE dawgs. And here’s a tip of my hat to Stetson.

Who had fun last night?  The Bulldogs and their fans. Who else had fun? Nobody. That’s a problem.

Just as there is no question that back-to-back Georgia was the best team in college football in 2022, there is no question TCU was one of the top four. The Frogs earned their way into the CFP. They beat a very good Michigan team in the semis.

Then they got beat 65-7. And it was in no way a “fluky” 65-7.

That’s a problem. For the sport.

So now we’re going to expand the CFP to 12 teams? Borderline insanity.

And some idiots want to expand beyond 12? Clinical insanity.

Money is the driver here, of course. And I get that. I am in no way anti-money. I like money.

But this insatiable greed may kill the Golden Goose. Even for college football’s tv partners. Nobody’s gonna want to see that stuff. Hell, people will turn off the tv. They’ll go bowling or to the park or to the movies. They may even be forced to have actual conversations with family members.

65-7. And now you want a system that will annually produce some 72-3 playoff games? All because of some romantic “Hoosiers” fantasy?

I can’t say this often enough or strongly enough.

This ain’t effin’ basketball.  And I don’t ever want it to be.

There are other issues to sort out in college football. The portal. NIL.  Ok, we’ll address them here. That’s why God created the offseason.

Damar is back in Buffalo. God had a hand in that, too.

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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.