To Tom Jurich: S.O.S.

This is for Tom Jurich. Please help us.

As inspired by ABBA:

S.O.S.

Where are those happy days
They seem so hard to find
I try to reach for you
But you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our team
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice
It used to be so good

So when you're near me
Jurich, can't you hear me, S.O.S.
The Koach you gave me
He will never save me, S.O.S.
`Til he's gone
How can I even try to go on
`Til he's gone
Though I try, how can I carry on

You seem so far away
Though you are standing near
You made me feel alive
But something died I fear
I really tried to tough it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our team
It used to be so good

So when you're near me
Jurich, can't you hear me, S.O.S.
The Koach you gave me
He will never save me, S.O.S.
`Til he's gone
How can I even try to go on
`Til he's gone
Though I try, how can I carry on

Please Mr. Jurich, fix this mess.  If you can't fix it, please make mind-numbing and hallucinogenic drugs available to all Card fans so it won't hurt so bad while we watch this train wreck play itself out.

As always, Go Cards!!