Man, I was digging around online the other day, trying to find some solid stuff on Lance McCullers Sr. You know, the dad. Not a straightforward task, let me tell you. It’s kinda wild how quickly some folks can fade from the easy-to-find spots on the internet, even if they had their moment.
Seems like everything you hit when you search is about his son, Lance Jr. Good player, no doubt, making his own mark. But Sr. had his time in the big leagues too, right? Finding decent clips or even in-depth articles about the old man is like pulling teeth. It’s all fuzzy memories and brief mentions, buried under pages and pages about the younger guy. You really gotta work for it.
So, why was I even down this rabbit hole?
It’s funny, this whole thing got me thinking. It’s not just about old ballplayers. It’s about how some stories, some people’s efforts, just get… buried. Or overshadowed. And it took me back to this one time, a few years back, at this place I used to work. Not gonna name names, but you get the picture. Standard office stuff, you know?
I’d poured months into this project. I mean, serious grind mode: late nights, weekends, the whole nine yards. Really thought it was gonna be something, make a bit of a splash. And then, boom. New management waltzes in, or some shiny new distraction catches their eye, and my project? Shoved in a drawer. Barely a “good job” or a “thank you.” Then, to add insult to injury, six months later, I see bits and pieces of my work, my ideas, popping up in someone else’s big presentation. Someone who barely knew what end was up on that thing. Talk about frustrating, makes your blood boil a bit, doesn’t it?
Honestly, that whole mess kinda knocked me down for a bit. Left me feeling pretty crummy. You start thinking, what’s the point, right? If good work just vanishes or gets swiped without a second thought. But then, I dunno, I started getting into these little personal projects. Sort of a way to clear my head. Like digging up info on guys like McCullers Sr. Or finding old, forgotten local histories, things that aren’t served up on a silver platter. Stuff that takes real effort to uncover.
- It wasn’t about trying to prove anything to anyone out there.
- It was more about, like, finding a quiet appreciation for the stuff that doesn’t always get the spotlight.
- Discovering the value in things even if they aren’t the main headline, you know?
And you know what? It’s actually pretty satisfying. It’s my own thing. No office politics, no one to bury it or take credit. Just me and the search, following the breadcrumbs. Maybe that’s why I was trying to learn more about Lance McCullers Sr. – a little nod to the guys who put in the work, the ones who had their innings, even if their story isn’t the loudest one being told anymore. It’s a different kind of win, I guess. Keeps me grounded, and reminds me there’s always something interesting to find if you’re willing to look past the obvious.
