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It was shortly before 2 p.m. Central on Wednesday when word broke that Pete Carroll’s 14-year tenure as head coach of the Seattle Seahawks has ended. The move was surprising, perhaps, given the unchallengeable fact that Carroll has been the best, most glamorous and most successful coach in franchise history. But the change was not completely shocking given the team’s collapse down the stretch of the 2023 season. The Seahawks underachieved with a roster that should have produced better than a 9-8 record and no postseason berth for the second time in three years. That’s how coaches lose their jobs. Even glitzy, high-energy and long-tenured coaches like Pete Carroll.

For the moment, neither Carroll nor the Seahawks appear to want to be the first to say goodbye, mutually announcing that P.C. will continue to serve the club in an undefined “advisory” role. I’ll take that bet. The 72-year-old Carroll is pissed, hurt and hell-bent on proving he can still coach. For what it’s worth, I think he can still coach, and very effectively. Those embers are still glowing, and they could spark in say, Los Angeles (Chargers?) or Atlanta. Pete Carroll would not have any trouble figuring out how to use Bijan Robinson. I promise.

The Carroll saga was big news. But neither I nor anyone else know at the moment that Pete would prove to be no higher than the bronze medalist in the 24-hour coaching news cycle.

Saban?  SABAN?

And now as I type prior to Thursday’s sunrise, Belichick.  BELICHICK!

It’s easy to say now that we’re not shocked by Saban’s retirement or the end of the Hoodie’s road in New England. Saban had checked every box in establishing himself as the greatest coach in college football history. And we saw at least a public change in the man this year. We didn’t get all the way to soft-and-gentle or warm-and-fuzzy. But we frequently saw a side of Saban seldom visible in his previous 16 seasons at Alabama, and before that at LSU. So there were hints.

And the parting of the ways between Belichick and Pat’s owner Robert Kraft had been telegraphed for the past two seasons. It would have been more shocking if the two had somehow decided to extend the broken marriage for at least another year. This could not go on.

Still, that’s Bill Effing Belichick. And he’s looking for work after winning six Super Bowls.

Will it go ‘round in circles?  It will. Vrabel to the Pats.  Quinn to the Seahawks. Carroll could do big things with Justin Herbert and The Bolts.

As for ‘Bama? The Tide will get their pick. But their pick will not be as good as his predecessor. Nobody is.

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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.