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It’s natural and understandable that most of the public’s speculation is focused on the Jets’ diminished playoff chances after “what happened Monday night.” But I think it’s the loser of that MNF game that is now in real trouble. The Bills just don’t look right, from any angle. Their “window” may be closing. And Josh Allen has not just stagnated, he may be regressing.

As for the Jets? They’re not going to the Super Bowl now, but they should still be a solid postseason contender. That defense is The Truth, and they now have the best 1-2 rushing tandem in the league in Breece Hall and Dalvin Cook. Pass protection remains their Achilles heel.  Uhhh…maybe I should find another term.

Just as a football fan, I’m genuinely saddened by Rodgers’ injury. His New York story was a great for the sport and great for the league. Now? This is really muddy. Aaron had already indicated he planned to play in 2024. But now he will be a 40-year-old coming off Achilles surgery next season. That may change his calculus.

I’m looking at the NFL’s Week 2 schedule. Here are my “lightning round” reactions.

I want to see how Green Bay and Jordan Love fare at Atlanta as the Packers come off that blowout road win at Chicago.

Cincy hosts Baltimore. The Bengals could find themselves in an 0-2 hole. The Stripes have never been able to protect Burrow. And now they have released former Cowboy La’el Collins.

Ditto the Seahawks as they visit the Lions. Winless in Seattle, despite those lofty preseason hopes?

And, seriously, the Chiefs better watch their ass, lest they depart Jacksonville still looking for their first victory. You heard me…

Jets at Dallas? By no means a layup for the Cowboys. The Jets can run the daylights out of the football and control the pace of the game.

We’ll all be “double dipping” Monday night. This NFL Twin Bill is interesting. Saints at Panthers at 6:15 on ESPN, followed an hour later by the certain bloodbath between the Browns and Steelers on ABC. Let’s see if this catches on.

Speaking of the Panthers, yeah, I watched Bryce Young play last Sunday. Don’t anyone ever tell me again that his size is irrelevant. It’s a real issue. He disappears in the pocket. Somebody told you that a few months ago.

I don’t see a single “marquee game” on this week’s college schedule. But there are a few interesting matchups, like TCU at Houston. The loser is going to be on the ropes.

I’m so grateful that I have never had to apologize for my father-in-law. (Either one of them.) So I feel badly for OU offensive coordinator Jeff Lebby, whose FIL, the disgraced Art Briles, made a scene running around on the field in Sooner gear following Saturday’s win over SMU. Can you say, “persona non grata”? Get your mangy ass out of here. Get your mangy ass out of everywhere. Go TF away, and stay there.

Houston Rockets guard Kevin Porter Jr. is alleged to have done WHAT? Prosecutors say his girlfriend has a fractured neck vertebra and a cut above one eye after an attack Monday night at a New York hotel. Porter has pleaded not guilty.

I don’t blame North Carolina fans for being pissed at the NCAA, which has denied immediate eligibility for Tar Heels WR Tez Walker. But “violent and possibly criminal threats” have been directed at NCAA committee members. I can’t go for that. No. No can do…

Taking a knee for former NFL receiver Mike Williams, who died Tuesday following a recent construction site accident near Tampa. Williams was just 36.

The Astros didn’t just lose to the A’s again, did they? Oy…

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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.