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The League—or as Mel Kiper Jr. pronounces it—the “:Lig”—better hope no 49er pops a hammy on that “soft” practice field. I wouldn’t want to piss off Kyle Shanahan. That guy can give you the Death Stare.

It’s Wednesday, meaning it’s back-to-work day in Super Bowl Week.

Which team is going to have a fight at practice? Happens almost every year. Folks are strung a little tight right about now, you know?

Add this to your list of Super Bowl prop bets? Will Kadarius Toney see the field on Sunday? Ima say no. You?

Consider this. Mahomes takes up about 17 percent of the Chiefs’ salary cap. (And he’s still underpaid.)  Purdy’s number? Zero-point-four percent. The Niners have what everyone wants—a top-flight quarterback still working under his rookie contract. Things will be lookin’ pretty good in SF next year, too. As they will be in Houston.

I’ll just flatly state that the Niners have a better 53-man roster than do the Chiefs. But so did the Ravens. How’d that work out for them?

You know the Chiefs are gonna get off the bus blitzing. “Cause that’s what Spags does. But to me the key question is, “Can the Niners get consistent pressure on Mahomes with just a four-man rush?” If they can, they win.

Purdy is 21-5 as a starter. I said 21-5. Knock off this “game manager” bullshit.

There were times this season when the Chiefs looked ordinary at best. But that was then and this is now. KC has playoff wins over Miami, Buffalo and Baltimore and Mahomes has thrown five teedee passes against exactly zero picks in the postseason.

Look for Shanahan to “front-end load” his offensive gameplan.  The Niners cannot survive another slow start.

We’ve seen Andy pull out a special SB Ring-Around-The-Rosey play in the red zone. What’s he got in the queue this time?  Red Rover?

Usher?  Yeah, that’s decent scotch. What?

Queso…what’s on your SB menu?

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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.