In 2002, my dad died at 51. Ever since, I’ve worried about reaching that age, and a while back I reached out to somebody who understood. I learned about @DaleJr and how he coped, & wound up meeting a man I shared blood with but didn’t actually know. wapo.st/45llfVf

And for @5280Magazine, he wrote about a Colorado rodeo family in a way only he can, with the sort of details and empathy that always makes him a must-read: 5280.com/inside-the-eastern-…

Some career news! Today is my first day @WSJ, working on political and government investigations and enterprise. I am beyond thrilled to take on new challenges with some old friends, and to make some new ones in an incredibly talented newsroom that is firing on all cylinders.

We talked to nearly 100 people about youth sports in New Jersey and found a predatory industry that is leaving parents broke, exhausted and wondering how the games of their childhood took over their adult lives. Our six-month investigation: nj.com/sports/2026/05/the-sh…

New from me @espn: Inside the fallout of the Dianna Russini and Mike Vrabel photos espn.com/nfl/story/_/id/4851…

Such a great story that can’t help but bring a smile to your face

Y'all I'm so grateful for the nice words and even the dissenting opinions related to my work at the women's Final 4 and the Geno-Dawn spot. But I really, really want you to read this one. Put a lot of heart into it. nytimes.com/athletic/7174158…

The Denial of Saint Peter, by Caravaggio, 1610

Crazy moment between Geno and Dawn.

.@YETICoolers My neighborhood outside DC has many stately (and occasionally diseased) 100-year-old oak trees, one of which fell into our backyard on Friday. As we say back home, this thing was a *hoss.* This is #notanad, just an appreciation/amazement post that everything this tree hit was obliterated, especially the cedar table/platform that held our Yeti. Seriously, this thing exploded like Alderaan ran full speed into Krypton. But the cooler itself? Took a direct hit from a TREE and is somehow just fine. Opens and closes as normal, not even a dent. Legit incredible how well this thing is made.

Excited to get rolling today as a reporter on ESPN's investigative team. Still based in DC. Still looking for compelling stories from any corner of the sports world. Reach out with ideas, tips, leaks, docs, gossip — or just to say hi! Email: tom.schad@espn.com Signal: tschad.12

We were recently approached by another journalist who offered to trade more than two dozen cellphone numbers of significant stature for the one number of most significant stature —Trump’s. (We declined.) W/ @michaelscherer: theatlantic.com/politics/202…

Brilliant. Now I'm wishing I'd thought of this AND I'm hungry.

Extremely grateful for be part of this crew, at this special place, and do it arm-in-arm with these #ForeverTeammates

Advancing commitment to journalism, ESPN hires 6 standout former Washington Post writers Hirings highlight continued focus on high-impact journalism & storytelling More: bit.ly/4cVyShZ

Sam is a dogged reporter who brings a contagious joy to the work. When it comes to sourcing up, he’s as good as it gets. But it’s the energy he brings to a newsroom that’s truly invaluable. Type of dude who makes everyone around him better.

Speaking of Olympic wraps, gold medals to @barrysvrluga, @RickMaese and @Lescarpenter for their coverage, supported by editor @JasonMurray117. What examples of professionalism, pride in the work, service to consumers and finishing a job right, regardless of circumstances

Ilia Malinin says person who came to Olympics a few weeks ago is ‘dust’ wapo.st/4qKq5mc

When I was in college, my dream job was to someday be a sports writer at The Washington Post. Unlikely, considering this podunk South Carolina kid couldn't even get an internship. I still remember opening the white envelope with a letter that basically said, NOPE. But in 2012, I got the call. Amazing. Truly. "That's the *liberal* newspaper, isn't it?" my mom replied. I was unbowed. Today I'm feeling many emotions, among them incredible gratitude. Most people never get their dream job. Let alone spend 13 1/2 years using sports as a way to explore identity, failure, grief and reinvention. Poverty, gun violence, masculinity and the wealth gap. Those topics are vegetables, blended up in a sports smoothie. For years I've known I was living the life of kings, and I told everybody I was a Postie till the place got wise and kicked me out. I went to Monaco and the White House, dined with Kobe Bryant, smoked waaaay too much weed in Seattle with Shawn Kemp before getting tangled up in some Christmas lights on the walk back. I remain undefeated in footraces against Roy Williams, un-run over by Marshawn Lynch's Tesla, un-sued by that jolly little coach in purple. Got to write about my own dad last year alongside @DaleJr and process some stuff I should've a long time ago. Two books, a million memories, a ton of friends. Today, alongside a lot of those friends, The Post decided to kick me out. But not before I had an insane amount of fun, told a few good stories, and walk away still feeling like the luckiest guy on earth. I was part of the most incredible team in sports journalism. If, on that day that internship rejection came, you'd have told me that I'd get 13 1/2 years here, shit, I wouldn't have believed you for a minute.

I recently went to the college Excel championships in Vegas, spending three days with people who really, really, REALLY love competitive spreadsheeting. Come along. Here's how that looked, sounded and felt, for @PostSports: washingtonpost.com/sports/in…

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