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There was a certain symmetry to the 49ers’ 42-10 blowout of the Cowboys.  Call it the Rule of Threes. George Kittle caught three touchdown passes. Dak Prescott threw three interceptions.

Sure, those teams could see each other again. Sure, things can change over the course of the next three months. Injuries happen, as the ‘Niners painfully remember from last January. But Sunday night the gap between San Francisco and Dallas was a canyon, not a crevice. Yes, right now the 49ers are that much better than the Cowboys. Reality check time for both the ‘Boys and their fans.

So, those two teams could meet again. Of course, Dallas could also miss the postseason altogether. That team is by no means done losing. We saw Sunday night what we saw a couple of weeks ago in Arizona. The Cowboys can’t stop the run, and they really don’t like getting hit in the mouth. Philly will hit them in the mouth. Twice.

Dallas is no better than the fourth best team in the NFC right now, behind the ‘Niners, Eagles, and, yes, your Detroit Lions.

San Francisco has not lost a regular season game since last October, a calendar year ago. That’s 15 straight wins, and that is remarkable.  As is Brock Purdy. He has yet to lose a game he started and finished. He has made an astounding recovery from major elbow surgery. And this former “Mr. Irrelevant” last draft choice was by far the more collected and efficient quarterback on the field Sunday night at Levi Stadium. Dak later described it as “humbling.” Humiliating would be more accurate.

That Falcon FG as time expired in Atlanta was a bummer for us Texans fans. But we still can’t wipe the smiles off our faces. The future is C.J., and the horizon has a blazing glow.

Wishing the best for both Colts rookie QB Anthony Richardson and Vikings superstar Justin Jefferson. Their respective injuries—right shoulder AC joint for Richardson, right hamstring for Jefferson—did not look good.

I hope Sean Payton gagged on the humble pie served to him by the Jets and Nathaniel Hackett.

The Patriots are every bit as bad as they look. Maybe worse. Can you say, “Caleb Williams”? He may be the only path out of this morass.

I have always regarded Frank Reich as a top-notch NFL head coach. But his Panthers are 0-5, and this comes on the heels of the disastrous end to his stint in Indy.

Now we have college football on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights. I don’t know, man…

Was that the Curse of Correa Sunday at Minute Maid? Carlos bit his old team in the Astros. Game Three Tuesday in Minneapolis could be scary for Houston.

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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.