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I’m OK that Andy Reid and Travis Kelce are apparently OK with Sunday’s sideline scene. I don’t have a right not to be OK with it. It’s their thing. It’s their relationship. It’s their team. And it’s pretty obvious their team is doing just fine.

It’s just not my place to publicly criticize them. But I do have a right to tell you I didn’t like what happened. So, I’m telling you. I didn’t like what happened.

Yeah, I went back and re-watched the Super Bowl in its entirety. I do that annually on the Monday after the game. It’s part of my grieving, mourning, decompression/detox, weaning process as I turn the page on another precious NFL season. You all do realize that we each get only so many seasons, and then we die, right?

Here are a some follow-up take-aways from my Monday re-wind. The Niners were truly, physically whuppin’ and wastin’ Chief ass in the first half. SF had a ten-point lead that should have been 17 or more. That Harrison Butker field goal right before halftime cut the margin to just seven, and gave the Chiefs a chance to regroup during the lengthy Usher Halftime.

Both teams had Red Zone issues. There was a total of seven field goals attempted and seven field goals made in the game. My Lockhart High School math skills tell me that’s 21 points out of the 47 that were scored.  That’s 44.7 percent of the total. I find that to be less than scintillating.

Butker was 4-4. Jake Moody was 3-3, but did have a critical PAT blocked that prevented the Niners from taking a late four-point lead. Four, as you know, is greatah than three, particularly in the fourth quarter of a football game. That block was a big deal.

Was it a great play by the Chiefs, or did the kick come off Moody’s foot on a low trajectory? To me, it looked like a little of both.

The Niners not only stunk in the Red Zone, they were also odoriferous on third down, going just 3-12. The Chiefs fared much better once they got it together in the second half, converting nine of 19 third downs for the game.

There’s still no legitimate way for Kyle Shanahan to defend his decision to take the ball first in overtime. And the postgame admission by a number of 49ers that they were unfamiliar with and even unaware of the NFL’s new postseason overtime rules, and that the team had not even discussed OT strategy in two weeks preceding the game, is a jaw-dropper. But to be fair, so was the disclosure that the Chiefs’ Mecole Hardman was apparently unaware he had ended the game—and that his team had won the Freaking Super Bowl—when he pulled in that three-yard “corndog” from Mahomes.

Maybe Romo didn’t realize it was over, either. Otherwise, he would have just shut the eff up after Nantz simply said, “Jackpot.” Damn, man, that’s Introduction to Broadcasting 101. Greg Olsen wouldn’t have screwed the pooch like that. And, hey, Olsen may be looking to move.  Yeah. I just went there.

Chiefs d.c. Steve Spagnuolo deserves every accolade he’s getting. But don’t forget that Steve Wilks also did a very nice job. There was one call he would want back, though. In OT, with the Niners leading by three, the Chiefs were facing a third and long. Wilks dialed up a big Cover Zero blitz, and the SF defense showed it early. That became Easy Money for Mahomes and Rashee Rice. Chains moved.

Don’t forget that on that same drive, the Chiefs needed to convert a fourth and one just to keep from dying on the spot. Was there ANY doubt that Mahomes would get it with his legs, something that has become a huge part of his playoff arsenal?

Fair or not, Shanahan is about this far (Coach is holding his right thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart) from a career crossroads. You can only blow so many ten-point Super Bowl and NFC Championship leads before folks stop looking you in the eye.

While George Kittle and Deebo Samuel largely disappeared, I thought Jauan Jennings really stepped up into the Super Bowl spotlight, throwing a touchdown pass and catching one. Manly.

Finally, deal with this, Bubba. Super Bowl LVIII wasn’t just the highest-ever rated SB. It wasn’t just the highest rated sports event . It was the most-watched television program in the history of Earff. The game pulled an average audience of 123.4 million, and 202.4 million viewers saw at least part of the game. That’s a ten percent increase over the previous record which was set—wait for it—last year.

Yeah, the NFL’s in real trouble, isn’t it? Dumbasses.

Three parting notes that I’ll expound on tomorrow.

Damn, Wemby!  A triple double that included ten blocked shots? And five assists on top of that?

Looking like the Bears have decided to trade Justin Fields and draft Caleb Williams. I think that’s a mistake.

And did the Cowboys’ hiring of Mike Zimmer as d.c. almost fall apart?

Hmmm.

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I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

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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.

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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.