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Call it an episode of “Miami Vise.” The Hurricanes put a late squeeze on Texas to keep the Longhorns from reaching their first Final Four in two decades. Up 13 with 13 minutes left, Texas couldn’t close the deal in the face of a “perfect” performance by Miami guard Jordan Miller, who hit all seven of his field goal attempts and went 13-13 from the line to finish with 27 points. Miami killed Texas softly. The Hurricanes nailed 28 of their 32 free throw attempts, including Miami’s final 13 points of the game.

It was a crushing disappointment for the ‘Horns, who led by eight at halftime and often appeared to be headed to Houston until their offense stalled. Now we await word on Rodney Terry’s future at Texas. Terry did a magnificent job as interim head coach after taking over in mid-season from the fired Chris Beard. While it’s easy to assume that Terry will get the “permanent” position, this could be a more complex decision for Texas A.D. Chris Del Conte than we may think.  

Me? I’m pulling for Terry.

I don’t understand what’s “controversial” about the ending of Sunday’s other Elite Eight game between San Diego State and Creighton. That was a foul, and it had to be called. I have friends who have rightly observed on social media that the call reminded them of that defensive holding flag against the Eagles that allowed the Chiefs to close out the Super Bowl. Yes. It was similar. And also similar in that the officials got that one right, too. Sorry. That was a foul Sunday in Louisville. With the score tied at 56 with 1.2 showing, the Aztecs’ Darrion Trammell had beaten Creighton’s Ryan Nembhard in the lane. Nembhard contacted Trammell on his hip, and he turned Trammell slightly as his hand closed on Trammell’s jersey. It was a foul. Trammell then hit the second of two free throws, and the fifth-seeded Aztecs were bound for Houston, where they will face Florida Atlantic in the national semis.

Speaking of seedings The Final Four features a four-seed (Connecticut), two five-seeds (Miami and San Diego State) and a nine-seed (Florida Atlantic). No ones. No twos. No threes. Understand, I love it. But I’ll betchya a cheeseburger that the Final Four tv ratings will be relatively low. We Americans say we love underdogs. Not when it comes to our viewing habits, we don’t.

I’m guilty. Sunday case in point? I was all fired up about watching Scheffler and McIlroy duke it out in the finals of the match play golf championship in Austin. Then they both lost in the morning semis. Never mind. Who them other dudes?

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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.