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.
<----------How much would pay for an autographed Doug Sisk Topps 1987, baby?
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.
Don’t believe me? Then you can go read other people’s memories of Sisk.
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.
Just say Dougy on Met game. Good to see him. He hasn’t changed a bit!
“His Chubby face, I cannot stand! He resembles a pig more than a man!” – Written from the safety of my own home
Doug Sisk Sells me beer now… never knew he played until today. Back in WA now but seems to do well with the beer salesman thing.
Ive never understood the criticism of the nobody who feels they can trash someone from the safety of their home, based off of their own synical judgements. For those of you that choose to partake in this trash talking, I challenge you to do half of the things that the athletes you trash have been able to accomplish in their lives. It is easy for you to sit in the comfort of your home and judge something that you have no right to judge when it is clear that you could NEVER do better. These athletes are professionals for a reason….you try and compete! And in this day and age where athletes are now turned into a celebrity for their drug usage, I find it ridiculous that you chose to trash someone based off of a career in which they were clean cut as opposed to someone who acheived greatness and celebrity based off of performance inhancing drugs. Take a look at your criticsms and reevaluate your priotites! Better yet GROW UP!
Doug Sisk is a great guy who does a lot for the community that he lives in. You all wish you were half the man that Doug Sisk is.
what was his era? he thru a great sinker that exposed the met weakness.