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Cowboys guard Zack Martin is the best player at his position in the NFL. Period. Of that there can be no doubt. The 32-year-old Martin is an eight-time Pro Bowler who in 2022 was selected to the first-team All-Pro squad for the sixth time. Martin is, in the words of the late Tina Turner, “simply the best.” But his paycheck doesn’t reflect that. Martin makes about seven million dollars a year less than the top-paid guards in the league. He is, as he describes himself, “woefully underpaid relative to the market,” and is hinting he may not report to training camp on time. Understand, Martin is not a whiner. Quite the contrary. He has been so much of a “team guy” that he has agreed to restructure his contract in each of the last five years to give the Cowboys more cap space.

OK, Jerry and Stephen. It’s time to do right by the big fella. This could be a special season for the Cowboys. Fix this. Yes, I know you still have to worry about getting long-term deals done with CeeDee Lamb, Trevon Diggs and Terrence Steele. But Martin is your rock on that O-line. Don’t threaten your foundation.

You don’t want the kind of headache the Giants have. Saquon was already talking about reporting late. Now he says he’s prepared to sit out the entire season. (Are you getting the feeling the G-Men may regress after last year’s surprise playoff berth?)

The British Open (Oh, excuse me, The Open Championship) is an American couch-potato’s dream. I’m typing this at 4:21 a.m., and it’s already on across the pond. That first-round threesome of McIlroy, Rahm and Rose will be must-see tv.

BTW, let’s not simply assume this unholy golf merger is going to happen. This could still crumble. I hope so.

So Tiger’s ex-girfriend just quietly dropped her $30 million lawsuit?  Oh. Never mind.

Let’s go, USNWT!  Make it three straight! You probably wouldn’t say this. But you know I will. Our women’s team is much more interesting, compelling, marketable and fixating than their male counterparts. Much. Pay our women! That’s not social engineering or “political correctness.” That’s business.

The Astros beat the Rockies in Denver 4-1 Wednesday, but gained no ground on the red-hot Rangers in the AL West. Texas ran its streak to six with a 5-1 win over the Rays to remain four-and-a-half games up on the ‘Stros. Houston moves on to a weekend set in Oakland with J.P. France getting the ball tonight, and Framber Valdez expected to return to the rotation Friday.

The Yankees are in free-fall after getting swept by the Angels. The Pinstripes have lost four straight and nine of their last eleven, and seem lost without injured superstar Aaron Judge.

Being a base coach is a dangerous gig. Here’s wishing Marlins third-base coach Jody Reed a speedy recovery from the lower leg fracture he suffered Wednesday in St. Louis when he was struck by a screaming foul ball.

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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.