O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. (Walt Whitman 1865) O Captain Skkorp...you gave us all ASFN, and thus you gave us all not only by far the best forum ever created for Cardinal fans, but you gave us all each other and were the one to create this family...and most of all, you led us with your inimitable wit, your humor, your undying loyalty to the perennial underdogs the Arizona Cardinals, and your passion for effective rhetoric. Whenever I saw your name on a thread or a post my mouse couldn't get to it fast enough. I believe many of your posters here will say the same. When I was getting bashed, whether I deserved it or not, you always had a kind word and encouraging advice. I have saved all the PMs we shared, and will cherish them forever. You always wanted to know if I and my family were well. You always made me laugh, and you always made me jacked out of my mind to be an Arizona Cardinal fan! As you float your way to heaven...it gives me great joy to think of you now free of the earthly tethers, such as your wheelchair, and I picture you climbing galactical watertowers with fellow veteran Pat Tillman and sitting together on top of the universe cracking jokes, talking philosophy and smashing volleys of witticisms back and forth. I also know where you will be on Saturdays and Sundays...roaming the skies above and between South Bend and Glendale. It also give me great comfort to know that you actually leave this world having seen the Cardinals win the NFC Championship and play in the Super Bowl. Last year when your health was waning, we would have never believed what the Cardinals were going to accomplish. What I will always consider one of the great privileges of my life was to be able to share in that unprecedented Cardinal euphoria with you. I think everyone at ASFN will echo this sentiment. Well, Jim, O Captain, my Captain... Thank you for being a great and stalwart American...you made us proud...and kept us free... Thank you so much for your leadership and your wonderful friendship... I love you buddy... As Dorothy said to the Scarecrow: "I will miss you most of all." Rest in peace, O Captain, rest in peace.