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Four years are an eternity in the NFL. Rosters and coaching staffs can turn over like tables at IHOP. Still, there are plenty of holdovers from the Chiefs-Niners Super Bowl matchup four years ago in Miami. The Chiefs remember that game as the start of their amazing SB run. The Niners are still smarting from the disappointment of “the one that got away.”

San Francisco blew a 10-point fourth quarter lead, as Kansas City scored 21 unanswered points to turn that big deficit into a 31-20 victory.

Have you forgotten about that game?  Kyle Shanahan hasn’t. George Kittle hasn’t. Nick Bosa hasn’t. Deebo Samuel hasn’t. Trent Williams hasn’t.

We—and certainly I—can make too much of “revenge” motives.  But not this time, at least in my view. Shanahan in particular is radiating waves of Captain Ahab obsession.

And let’s get this straight. The ‘Niners have a better 53-man roster than do the Chiefs. But that was also the case four years ago, and remember how that turned out.

Still, it disturbs me that the San Francisco defense is highly inconsistent, sometimes crossing the line into “lethargic.” The ‘Niners defensive run-stoppers got destroyed by the Packers and the Lions, particularly in the first halves of those playoff games.

Some candid soul-searching revealed it was not a “scheme” problem. Both Shanahan and defensive coordinator Steve Wilks publicly stated it was a lack of effort on a handful of crucial plays, particularly in the NFC Championship game against the Lions.

A lack of effort? A lack of effort? A lack of effort by NFL professionals?  A lack of effort in the NFC Championship, with a trip to the Super Bowl on the line?

Give me a moment to pick my jaw up off the table.

The ‘Niners were able to recover from slow starts against Green Bay and Detroit. They don’t dare allow themselves to get left in the starting blocks by the Chiefs.

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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.