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I cared. And it looked and sounded like the 24,000 or so fans at the Alamodome cared as well. So in that sense, Sunday’s late-fourth quarter XFL debut meltdown was not a total loss for the San Antonio Brahmas. They lost the game, but won some hearts, and posted by far the league’s largest Week One attendance figure. San Antonio also landed the first championship game for this (third) iteration of the XFL in mid-May.  That’s much more important for the long-term prospects of San Antonio’s 14th pro football team, the first 13 of which ultimately failed.

This one has a chance. The XFL appears organizationally and financially sound, and has secured a five-year major national television package with reliable and respected partners. Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson provides some promotional muscle and glitz. The league has good coaches and good players. Sure, there were some first-game glitches for all eight teams, but it looks to me like the quality of play will get pretty decent pretty quickly.

I watched the Brahmas’ birth from the comfort of my couch. It was a deliberate decision, although BB and I will probably go to the Dome next Sunday. I wanted to see the television presentation and packaging. I liked it. I wanted to make notes on the XFL’s rules changes and “wrinkles.” I like them. I particularly like teams having the option of trying to convert a fourth-and-15 in lieu of attempting an onside kick, and the “tiered” one, two and three point touchdown conversion options. Gimmicky? Sure, if you want to call it that. But these rules are going to help keep games alive and competitive for 60 minutes, and that cannot be a bad thing for this nascent league.

I watched. I cared. I cared enough to get mildly pissed for about five minutes after “my” Brahmas found a way to blow a 12-point lead in the final 1:30. You think it’s easy to give up 15 points in the last minute and a half?

At least for the first 57 minutes of the game, the Brahmas’ defense was a pleasure to watch. St. Louis QB A.J. McCarron then went all Staubach on “us,” providing the revived league with its first “legendary” performance.

The Brahmas’ offense? Inconsistent, and that’s being charitable. San Antonio quarterback Jack Coan was erratic and often inaccurate, but that had as much to do with his lack of protection as anything else. But I saw enough of Coan in college at Wisconsin and Notre Dame to believe he’ll be fine if his line can keep him upright.

The league’s initial product was pretty palatable, and it will get tastier.

I’ll be back.

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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.