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While I would hardly call it a “football game,” the HOF scrimmage Thursday night in Canton was a nice serving of comfort food after a six-month fast. My takeaway? Dang, Mike Tirico is really good. And the Jets are going to be a force in the AFC East.

If the football was comfort food, the Astros-Yankees game was a rancid snack. I don’t particularly want to talk about it right now. I hope you understand.

We also saw Scherzer’s first start for the Rangers. Yeah, he’s a problem for my ‘Stros. Let’s see how Verlander does in his return to H-Town Sunday.

Ohtani with his MLB-leading 40th bomb. That, after he had left the mound with a cramp in his finger after pitching four scoreless innings. But the Angels are the Angels, so they nevertheless lost to the Mariners 5-3 on a ninth-inning grand slam by Seattle’s Cade Marlowe.

Yes, there is a hierarchy among NFL players. Different rules for different fools. The Titans cut offensive lineman Jamarco Jones after he started his second training camp fight of the week. Hell, Travis Kelce can match that in one 11-on-11 session, and he won’t be leavin’ K.C. anytime soon. I get it.

Before the Pac-12 was the Pac-12 it was the Pac-10. And before that it was the Pac-8. Looks like it’s back to the future as Arizona packs its bags for the Big-12. Arizona State and Utah may be heading for the exit, too. It may be time for the Pac to pack it in.

ACC schools and presidents are getting tired of Florida State’s “our stuff don’t stink” act. If you wanna go, go…but scratch us a check for $120 million on your way out.

I’m already a big Bryce Young fan. And Frank Reich knows what he’s doing in Carolina. But let’s get this straight. Young’s slight frame IS an issue. No amount of denial is gonna change that.

Ten-thousand WNBA career points? Impressive indeed, Diana Taurasi.

Football from now through Valentine’s Day.  Makes my heart go pitty-pat…

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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.