Scott Gomez is a good guy.
This is basically public knowledge, as he’s been the community face for NHL’s hockey diversity efforts for years. He’s never quiet about inviting his family in the LA area to games when the Devils travel to SoCal, and he uses his own father as an agent.
I have more first-hand knowledge of Gomer-goodness, having played one round of golf with him during an NHL charity event in 2003. He doesn’t have the most beautiful form in the game, but he muscles the ball like a champion. He laughs at his shots and yours. He didn’t mind that he probably should have worn a helmet with me in his foursome.
Friday afternoon, my son and some of his friends were wolfing down cheeseburgers at a local diner-like restaurant — nothing high-end, nothing fancy, just large plates of good food. One of the younger brothers pointed to a table in the corner, where Scott Gomez was seated. Gomer came by, talked to the boys, signed autographs, and was a big kid for a few minutes. Note to Lou: this is how you build a fan base for the future. All four of those boys will remember the Gomez signing long after whatever Gomez signing happens this summer.
