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Turns out Three Dog Night was wrong.

One was not the loneliest number.  Ones had plenty of company on their way out the door.

For the first time since 1979, there are no number one seeds still standing in the Elite Eight of the men’s tooaaarrrnament, after both Alabama and Houston bowed out Friday night.

‘Bama got taken out by a tough, composed and experienced team from San Diego State, while UH fell flat in an 89-75 loss to fifth-seeded Miami. The Hurricanes used points off turnovers to end the Cougars’ dream of winning a national championship in their home city.

In Kansas City, the Longhorns played strangling defense in rolling past Xavier 83-71. The big question for Texas heading into Sunday’s matchup with Miami is the availability of big man Dylan Disu, who had to exit early in the win over the Musketeers when his injured foot flared up.

Interim Longhorn coach Rodney Terry has rightly already earned the job going forward, but any remaining doubt would be removed by a trip to the Final Four.

My picks to make it to H-Town? San Diego State, Kansas State, Gonzaga and…Texas.

I do know this. San Diego State is more than legit. I’m sure Alabama agrees.

After starting the season 2-10, it took the Lakers 74 games to climb to .500, but they got there Friday night with a 116-111 homecourt win over the Thunder.

I’m still thinking the Panthers will take C.J. Stroud with their first pick in the NFL Draft. That was another nice pickup for Carolina Friday in signing former Detroit free agent WR D.J. Chark.

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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.