Dear Doug Sisk,
For all the boos, for all the "Doug Risk" jokes, for my fellow fans who slashed your tires and put used condoms in your car (so I've heard), for holding that whiskey party when you were traded for Blaine Beatty and Greg Talamantez. For having a laugh at your expense when I saw you give up a grand slam to Jay Buhner in person.
Truth is, I didn't know how good I had it with you. I mean ... you weren't very good. But instead of taking the time in appreciating what you did well ... which admittedly wasn't much ... I was busy rooting for you to make your living somewhere else. What I should have been happy about was that you played on some very good teams that only had one of you, instead of rooting for a team that has, at any given time, six of you.
You have Jeurys Sisk, still learning. You have Robert Sisk, getting bombed on a daily basis since his recent call-up. Brandon Sisk is starting to pretend he's back ...