Alright, let’s talk about Micah Franklin and baseball for a minute. It’s funny how certain names just stick with you, even if they weren’t exactly superstars, you know?
I remember seeing his name pop up now and then. Played a bit in the majors, bounced around. You look at the stats, nothing earth-shattering, but consistent in the minors for a long stretch. A real grinder type.
How I Ended Up Digging Into This Stuff
It’s kinda weird how I got into looking up guys like Franklin. Wasn’t like I was some super-fan of his back in the day. It actually goes back to when I had that awful job downtown, the one in that leaky old building. This was years ago, maybe five or six years back.
The place was a mess. Management was clueless, always changing their minds. One week we’re doing project A, next week it’s scrapped for project B, which also went nowhere. Morale was just rock bottom. I spent most of my days feeling stuck, just watching the clock.
To kill time, and frankly, to keep my sanity, I started diving into rabbit holes online during my lunch breaks, sometimes even when I was supposed to be working, let’s be honest. One day, I just landed on baseball stats websites. Started clicking around, looking up players from the 90s, guys I vaguely remembered.
- I’d look up old box scores.
- Check out minor league careers.
- See who played where and when.
It became this weird little hobby. I wasn’t focused on the big names like Griffey or Bonds. I got more interested in the journeymen, the guys who had a cup of coffee in the big leagues, the players like Micah Franklin. Guys who spent years riding buses in the minors, hoping for that shot.
Why them? I don’t know, maybe because I felt like a grinder myself in that lousy job. Stuck in the ‘minors’ of my career, you could say. Seeing their stats, their journeys through different teams and leagues, it was… relatable? A weird way to cope, I guess.
Then, the company had this big “restructuring.” Fancy word for layoffs, right? My whole department got wiped out. Just like that. Got a tiny severance package and shown the door. It sucked at the time, really did. Had to scramble to find something else.
But looking back, getting pushed out of that place was the best thing that happened. Forced me to find something better. And funny enough, all that time I spent looking up obscure baseball stats? It didn’t get me a job in baseball analytics or anything fancy. But it kept my mind occupied when things were really dragging. And sometimes, thinking about guys like Micah Franklin, who kept plugging away in places like Rochester or Edmonton, just made my own grind feel a little less lonely.
So yeah, that’s my connection to Micah Franklin baseball. Not because I saw him hit a home run once, but because looking up his career stats was part of how I got through a really crummy chapter in my own life.
