I generally keep track of what the Mets are doing even if I'm away, sneaking looks at MLB.tv, popping an airpod into an ear, or at least letting GameDay do its pantomime thing in my lap. But combining a trip to Iceland with the Mets' Road Trip from Hell was a perfect recipe for being well and truly out of pocket.
Between them, nada: I'd look at my phone over skyr and coffee in the Icelandic morning and try to make sense of things that had already transpired. There's always a funny moment when you look at the score of a baseball game and your brain needs half a second to parse it.
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