Price of cutting yourself off social media

At one level, this was an attractive proposition, particularly the way Manjoo framed it: “Turning off the buzzing breaking-news machine I carry in my pocket was like unshackling myself from a monster who had me on speed dial, always ready to break into my day with half-baked bulletins.”
Inevitably nitpickers swarmed out of — I want to say nests? Eeyries? — nowhere to point out that Manjoo had been on Twitter, in fact, during this period, so how could he possibly be claiming . . . well, you can guess where that went. How would that work in sport, though, this kind of digital deprivation?