Kate Grant hung on every word of her husband’s instructions.



Go to Concourse C and take a left.



Yep, there was the doughnut shop he had mentioned.



Go down 17 gates and, to the right, there’s a bookstore.



She walked to the back of the store, turned left, found the shelves he had described and there it was: Marley & Me.



Brad Grant had read the book on a plane a week earlier. A flight attendant checked on him, bawling in his seat as he finished the novel.



“He could be a travel agent,” Kate said. “He says, ‘Is it embarrassing? Is it pathetic that I know every single square foot of every airport in the U.S.? Or is it a badge of honor?’ ”



Grant recalled a voyage through Arkansas with Paul Gillespie, the Indians’ senior director of international scouting.



“Turn right, turn left and there’s a Starbucks right there,” Grant told him.



“How the hell do you know these things?” Gillespie replied.



No GPS necessary. No Maps app or hand-held atlas required.



“It becomes a sickness, to some extent,” Grant told The Athletic.



That’s life for a member of a major-league scouting department. It has its perks — Grant once directed his wife through a construction-filled labyrinth in downtown Providence, Rhode Island — but he says he “won’t miss that too much.”



He now spends most days at his standing desk on the fourth floor of the Indians’ offices at Progressive Field, after an offseason promotion from senior director of amateur scouting to vice president of baseball operations. He’ll leave the taxing travel to the rest of the scouting crew.



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