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It wasn’t just the victory. It wasn’t just the margin. It wasn’t just the opponent.

It was the dominance. It was the physical and mental utter dominance.

The Cowboys are really good. In all three phases.

That means the Cowboys have not a single excuse.

Now, the 49ers are another matter. The 49ers are not an “excuse.” The 49ers are a problem. That mountain must still be climbed. If those two teams stay healthy, that collision seems inevitable in the NFC. It will be epic.

Dak is the best player in the National Football League right now. He needs to be the best player in the National Football League in January and early Feb. That monkey is still on his back. But he knows that. And I think he will overcome.

It’s time for all of us (absolutely me included) to say something nice about Mike McCarthy.  Here it is. That was studly, man.

I love and greatly admire Patrick Mahomes. That hasn’t changed. And won’t. But he’s dead wrong about “the call.” The officials made the right call.  And they didn’t have the luxury of waiting until after the play to throw the flag. This isn’t on “the officials.” It’s on Kadarius Toney. He lined up offside. It was a sloppy, unforced error. The call had to be made.

And screaming, “Let us play!” after the game is simply ridiculous. Mahomes has every right to be angry. But his frustration should be (quietly) directed at his receiving corps, which has failed him serially since the beginning of the season.

Here’s the sad thing about “the call.” It negated not only the play of the year, but one of the greatest plays in NFL history. Travis Kelce’s confident creativity provided us with an unforgettable moment.  That was “Immaculate Reception” stuff. That was “Sea of Hands” stuff.  That was “Hail Mary” stuff.

And now it’s just a footnote. That’s not on the officials. That’s on Kadarius Toney.

The Texans simply ran out of players. They were out of receivers. They were out of offensive linemen. They had no tight end going into the game. And just saying, “next man up” is hopelessly naïve once injuries cross critical mass. The issue now is their health going forward. And that starts with C.J.  Let’s hope he’s OK.

Nobody has been more critical of Zach Wilson’s history of immaturity than I have. But I believe in redemption. I believe in growth. And what we saw in the rain yesterday at MetLife was nothing short of remarkable. The Jets have taken a lot of flak for drafting him so high. But the talent is undeniable. You know who his skill-set reminds me of?

Aaron Rodgers.

The Jets should not give up on Wilson. In fact, if they handle this right, he can still be every bit the player they thought they were getting. And just in time to take the reins from Rodgers.

Oh, and the Bears would be idiots to move on from Justin Fields. The problem is not Justin Fields. The problem is the Bears.

Arrow down? The Lions. They better get it back together quickly. I’m not sure they can.

Arrow up? The Rams. Even though they lost on the road in OT to possibly the best team in the AFC, the Rams were more than impressive. I think this is Sean McVay’s best coaching job. And if they get in, they can make their playoff opponents more than nervous.

Bye, Brandon Staley. And you got one foot out the door, Arthur Smith. Your team is way too talented to be flopping around like that.

The Vikings and Raiders played 60 minutes of indoor football in perfect conditions. And they scored a total of three points. That is not easy!

Tonight: Packers over Giants. Dolphins over Titans. Duh. Also “dull.”

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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.