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Don’t you know Chris Webber is jealous of Steph Curry?  Neither can count, but Curry, unlike Webber, can just shrug. Dubs win anyway.

OK. The Grizzlies avoided a sweep. Clearly, that was the extent of their ambition. They can die happy now.

What? Dejounte Murray in NBA hot water for making contact with an official and then pointing and yelling?  But I thought all Spurs and ex-Spurs were angels. But look at it this way, DM. You won’t have to be there Tuesday night when the Celts close out your Hawks.

What? WHAT?  Paul Alexander just opened his sports blog with three NBA references? WTH is happening?

It was just a matter of time. ‘Stros got it rollin’ now.

We’re all forgetting—me included—that before he went down with that torn ACL against South Carolina, Tennessee’s Hendon Hooker looked like the best QB in the country and in fact appeared vectored toward the Heisman. Hooker could wind up being the steal of the draft for any team that doesn’t need him to play right away.

My favorite CB? Penn State’s Joey Porter, Jr. Big. Strong. Fast. Smart. And I love the bloodlines. Who’s your daddy?

 I’d jump all over TCU O-lineman Steve Avila. Started games for the Frogs at center, right guard, left guard and right tackle. Plug and play.

Yeah, I know former Houston Cougar WR Nathaniel (Tank) Dell is only 5-8 and weighs 165 after a dozen Crispy Cremes. But I also know he caught 28 TD passes in 32 career games with the Coogs. I said 28 TDs in 32 games.

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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.