Shawn Seay

"The World Cup, like the Olympic Games, are a reminder of what we can accomplish on this planet by coming together for a common purpose instead of greedily pursuing every last ounce of power, every last dollar...." Great stuff from @tsnmike. Read it! sportingnews.com/us/soccer/news…

Thoughts while on line at @jerseymikes: has Christopher Walken ever done karaoke and, if so, did he sing Fats Domino's "I'm Walkin'"?

Horseshit offside in the #Colombia v #Portugal match. Los Cafeteros should have won the match and gotten the perfect group. VAR sucks ass.

Not fair for the #USMNT to have to play both Bosnia and Herzegovina in the knockout round. One or the other FIFA!

@discogs Muswell Hillbillies - The Kinks London Calling - The Clash Tim (Ed Stasium Mix) - The Replacements Doolittle - Pixies

You can keep four records from your collection. Everything else goes. What albums are you picking?

@JDrumUK @ESPNRadioLex @realLauro5 No worries, it's nice to be mistaken for someone 15+ years younger than me!

@ESPNRadioLex @realLauro5 @YesThatShawn Oops! Sorry, Shawn! Didn't know you were pitching out of the bullpen today. 😎

Back again like Tag Team, it's @JDrumUK on Wildcat Drive with @realLauro5 & @YesThatShawn right now! #WhoopThereItIs! Listen now at 92.5 / 1300 or on our ESPN Lexington app!

Shoutout Reds Country

@ChuckCulpepper1 Somehow you managed to take an intensely wrong-headed decision and turn it into an opportunity for a beautiful reflection. Writing like this is why you will always find an eager audience, no matter if it's in the Kankakee Penny Saver or The New Yorker.

So on the 4,167th and final day of a job so exhilarating that I'd swear at least 4,000 of the days qualified as very good or better, the coffee came with whooshing thoughts of the 11 years and the four months and the 27 days. The brain tore through the datelines from 17 countries and 43 states, the three World Cups, the four Olympics, the 10 tennis majors, the 20 golf majors, the 11 men's Finals Four, the 28 College Football Playoff games, the 10 Kentucky Derbys, the tour of Jordan-Oman-Kuwait-United Arab Emirates, the 46 days in the peerless Australia -- I mean, come on, really? -- the depth of the beauty of South Koreans, and those times when I looked in the mirror (briefly) and saw a lunatic. Maybe the looniest would be covering a game in Seattle on a Friday night, then a game in Clemson on that Saturday night (with Lamar Jackson on the field looking even more dizzying than usual). Or was it the Boise on a Friday night, the students swimming into the frigid river for a goal-post chunk after midnight, then the one hour of sleep, then the Indianapolis on a Saturday night? No, wait, wait, it had to be this: Novak Djokovic winning the French Open in Paris on Sunday early evening, then U.S. Open golf preparations starting on Tuesday . . . . . . in Los Angeles. Non-deranged people might find such a sequence unfair; for whatever metabolic reason, I just kept giggling. Well, something surpassed all of that, somehow. To be part of the Washington Post Sports department was to be a part of an exemplary human experience, a rarefied collegiality, a beacon of collaboration and a near-bewildering scarcity of envy. For just one thing, I never, ever thought, way back last century, that I'd inhabit a world and a staff where everyone would treat my husband as one of the group, where a deputy sports editor would say, in a kitchen, near the end of a holiday party, "Alfonso! Come over here and hug me!" All of it reinforced that on the medal stand of life, human collaboration deserves a spot and maybe even the gold, for its curious capacity to bolster seemingly all 35 trillion of our cells. I love these forever teammates all so much it probably annoys them, and they call to mind a relic of a show always worth unearthing. It's Episode 168 of "The Mary Tyler Moore Show," the episode she titled, "The Last Show," when the WJM newsroom staff works a final news show and has a last group hug, and Mary wishes to emote, and Lou wishes not to emote, but then Mary gives a stirring speech and then the ever-gruff Lou relents and, in a quaking voice, says something resonant all the way clear into February 2026: "I treasure you people."

Looking good @realLauro5, plus the @officialslimjim Seal of Approval for EATC.

3D printed bust of the legend, Mr. Bob Uecker, designed and printed by @YesThatShawn's wife.

It's absolutely marvelous that, in between all the vitriol and meanness, up pops @hwinkler4real with the most delighted smile on his face showing off his latest catch to make us feel better for just a momnt. Cooler than anything The Fonz ever did! Thanks Henry!

@jeannathomas Careful now, I hear it can get hotter than a hoochie coochie. Wouldn't want to burn yourself.

If you need me I am going to be throwing my television into the Chattahoochee River

@jeannathomas They scour media websites (including sports) looking for contact e-mails and sign you up without your knowledge. Because they're insidious little cretins.

I don't know who signed me up for press release emails from Christian nationalist politicians and authors but I just delete them bro, it's mildly annoying but not nearly the inconvenience you apparently thought it would be

Lighthouse dog toy you say, Meijer ? Alright then.

@grok who is the most famous person to visit my profile?

Ozzy Forever!

Old guy walking around Kroger trying really hard not to do the George Michael butt dance while listening to Faith. Time and a place dude. That time is now, that place is Kroger. That old dude? Me.

We dared. We dreamt. WE DID IT!!! 🏆

How's this for a slice of fried gold?