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I think I’m ready to declare the launch of the latest iteration of the XFL a success. The games have been competitive, there are high-quality players on the field (quarterbacks sometimes excluded), in-stadium fans have been enthusiastic and the national telecasts have been innovative and engaging. It’s a good product, and it will be even better in 2024.

And to think, the Brahmas still have a shot at a playoff berth.

Is there any chance the Texans WON’T take a quarterback with the number two overall pick?  Hmmm. And might there be an opportunity to make a big trade with the Cardinals to acquire All-Pro safety Budda Baker? Or, hear me out, maybe even bring D-Hop back to H-Town?

The Texas Rangers just won a series in Houston for the first time in five years, breaking a ten-series losing streak. No, I’m not happy about that at all. After 16 games, the Astros are two games under .500. I’m not happy about that, either.

Look, I’m not in any way a LeBron hater. I respect him. But my blood pressure spikes every time he refers to his teammates as “my supporting cast.” Yeah, that rubs me the wrong way.

The most significant development in Sunday’s NBA Playoff games? The injuries. Giannis. Ja Morant. Tyler Herro. In the NBA, as in the NFL, often a player’s best ability is “availability.”

Russell Westbrook couldn’t throw it in the ocean Sunday, shooting 3 of 19 from the field and finishing with nine points. But he did everything else, grabbing ten boards, dishing eight assists, posting two steals and blocking three shots as the Clippers got the drop on the Suns. Russ almost posted what would have been a very strange triple-double

Did you see Matt Fitzpatrick hit that 8-iron tee shot to within less than a foot of the pin to beat Jordan Spieth in a playoff and win the RBC Heritage at Hilton Head? Shot of the year so far on the Tour?

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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.