
So I have an opportunity to get some time with Doug Sisk.
So far I have said no.
Now even to me that’s weird. Here I am with my fancy schmancy blog, and I have an opportunity to talk to a 1986 Met.
I just don’t know what I’d ask.
I could go all Kevin Farley on him, “Hey remember when you saved Seaver’s first game back? That was cool.”
Some generic Game 6 question? Some generic Carter question? What’s he gonna say, that he hates Gary?
The problem is that I spent several years booing The Torch. I’d sit there with my fellow punk teenage friends (probably a few seats over from a 20-something greg Prince) and when Doug came in we booed. In an Ollie kind of way.
I don’t know what a look back at his stats will show, but my memory of those times is that Doug would come in and give up a run.
Maybe we should meet, he’s probably an awesome dude. He has a ring, so I respect him, but I think for now I’ll hide out in the uppers, let GKR handle the interviews and I’ll wait for my big chance with Lee Mazzilli.