We here at The Mets Are Better Than Sex are starting a new feature called “In Memoriam” in which we will take a moment to remember, acknowledge, celebrate, castigate, and otherwise reminisce on former Mets both good and bad, who have contributed to the history of the organization and helped make the Mets what they are today.
While something like this has been done before for Victor Diaz, we are going to more regularly take a look at former-Mets who at one time or another made us throw up in our mouths a little, or at one time or another gave us a fleeting moment of happiness.
First up, Doug Sisk.
There is no way to accurately describe the impact that Doug Sisk had on a certain generation of Mets fans. For many, Doug Sisk was the first reliever who gave a fan that, “Oh f*ck, their not gonna bring him in” feeling.
In an era of domination and success during the mid-80′s where Met fans had confidence in almost every player who stepped on the field wearing a Met uniform, Doug Sisk was like the outcast of the family. Kind of like that person who’s invited over for Christmas only because they are family, otherwise they’d be eating at the local soup kitchen.
There are some people who have an indelible impact on your life. The first person you sleep with. The first person you consider your best friend. The first good teacher you have in school. And of course, the first crappy middle reliever who you remember pitching for your team.
Doug Sisk is that guy for many Met fans.
Sisk was like the original Anthony Young, or Mel Rojas, or Billy Taylor. He was that middle reliever who was only going to pitch if the Mets were up by a lot, or down by a lot. God help you if he came into a close game because that thing was toast.
In 1986, Davey Johnson sending Doug Sisk to the mound was like a general running a white flag up the flag pole.
Thankfully, this didn’t happen that much and Sisk only pitched in 41 games that year. Oh, and what a coincidence that the Mets only lost 56 games that year.
So on this day let us remember Douglas Randall Sisk. The man who broke the “getting used to watching crappy middle relief pitching” cherry for many a Met fan.
We remember you Doug, God do we remember you.