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OK. This here blog ain’t gonna write itself, so…

Now we’re groovin’. Everybody, from middle schools through the NFL, is now playing The Great Game for real. It’s my favorite time of the sports calendar, and the window is really so small. Really only about eight weeks.

Maybe I’ll flesh this out later. But I had a life privilege last night. Our Wich Productions  telecast of the Pieper-Davenport game  captured everything I love so deeply about the sport.  What a great football game. It brought honor to both teams and schools. And to the sport itself.

Hell yes I’m fired up about Texas-Bama. And Aggies-‘Canes. But there are plenty of other delicacies on today’s buffet as well. So away we go!

Paul’s Peerless Predictions

HOME TEAM IN CAPS

Notre Dame 31, NC STATE 28

Utah 35, BAYLOR (THEY STILL NASTY!) 24

COLORADO 28, Nebraska 21

Ole Miss 34, TULANE 27

Iowa 24 IOWA STATE 17

PITTSBURGH 37, Cincinnati 27

RICE 28, Houston 24 (for real)

SMU 30, OKLAHOMA 28 (upset special)

Wisconsin 38, WASHINGTON STATE 24

USC 31 Stanford 17

Auburn 24, CALIFORNIA 21

Oregon 31, TEXAS TECH 27

Texas A&M 31, MIAMI 24

ALABAMA 28, Texas 27

UTSA 37, Texas State 34

Look, I like tennis. So, you know, go Coco. And Djokovic-Medvedev will rock. But I’ve had some resentment about the U.S. Open since I was a kid. Why? Because it’s played during football season. And CBS used to pull Pat Summerall away from the NFL for a couple of Sundays to do…tennis. Yes, that pissed me off. And, yes, I can absolutely be that petty.

The Astros, Mariners and Rangers all lost Friday night. So Houston is still atop the AL West. But here’s what I don’t get. The Astros are 18 games above .500 at 80-62. Fine. But the ‘Stros are dead even at home at 35-35. Inexcusable. They’d better straighten that out before October.

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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.