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WTH, Astros? 2-4?

Congrats to both LSU’s Angel Reese and Iowa’s Caitlin Clark for “adulting.” Nicely handled.

There are multiple reports, including one by ESPN’s Adam Schefter, that the Ravens have offered OBJ a contract. This does not make a lick of sense to me for either party. Do the Ravens think courting OBJ will calm down Lamar Jackson?  If so, they’re dreaming.

And does OBJ think Baltimore is the best place to resume and resurrect his career? Baltimore is where WRs go to die. Who’s gonna throw him the ball?  It’ll either be Lamar Jackson, or somebody who’s not as good as Lamar Jackson. Neither is a good option for a guy who needs and demands the football. OBJ operates outside the numbers. Jackson, for all his unique talents and qualities, cannot throw the ball accurately and consistently outside the numbers. If this happens, both the Ravens and OBJ are putting on Bad Idea Jeans.

The Arizona Cardinals have sunk from “hot mess” to “cesspool.” Former Card exec Terry McDonough has filed an arbitration claim against club owner Michael Bidwill. McDonough’s allegation, if true, is a tawdry one. McDonough says that during training camp in 2018, Bidwill ordered both McDonough and head coach Steve Wilks to communicate with suspended general manager Steve Keim using burner phones. Keim, you may recall, was given a five-week NFL suspension for extreme DUI. Such communication was prohibited during the suspension. McDonough says when he objected to Bidwill’s directive, he was cursed at, berated, reprimanded and ultimately demoted for “insubordination.” The Cards have released a statement calling McDonough’s allegations “outlandish,” and “wildly false.”  We’ll see. But if this story is true, it could not possibly be any more “Arizona Cardinals.”

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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.