Komets nation

This came from to me today from a long-time Komets fan.

Hi Blake,

I thought I'd share this story with you as a way of brightening this sad day when I must attend a viewing for one of my friends in Ft. Wayne's amateur hockey family.

My family and I vacationed in the Southwest in early June. As a geologist I'm always open to a good collecting stop, and we made an effort to get to a quarry where we could find good trilobite fossils. This was in southwestern Utah, about an hour east of the Nevada border. The place is a wasteland, about as far away from anything as you can get. Not only that, the quarry is located about a 45 minute drive from the main highway up a rough dirt and gravel backroad.

We parked and started to walk down a path to the quarry wearing my Komets hat when we met a woman walking up to the parking area. She looked at my hat, said “Oh my gosh are you a Komets Fan?!”. Turns out that she, her husband and her two children were big Komets fans and
had even been in the Coliseum for the overtime win in the playoffs.

Our two families worked for the next two hours in the back-boonies of Utah digging for fossils. The husband had grown up in Fort Wayne and was a goalie in the youth hockey program a couple decades ago. They now live in Cincinnati, and their 7-year old son is a big fan of Guy Dupuis. We never did get their names, just being Komets fans seemed enough to know.

I guess there really is a “Komets Nation”!