Byline: BUD POLIQUIN POST-STANDARD COLUMNIST
If this was the Northeast rather than the Southwest, if this was Central New York rather than Central Arizona, if this was Whitesboro rather than Phoenix ... well, then, this would be heaven for Robert Esche.
After all, the dollars are plentiful, the hunting is great, the guys are tough and the beer is cold. All that's otherwise missing is St. Peter at the gate, although having Wayne Gretzky as one's boss is pretty close.
'Every single day when I wake up,' Esche confessed here the other day, 'and I see that I'm still in the National Hockey League, I say to myself, 'Holy smoke. How'd this happen?''
Who knows? But it did. Robert Esche, the kid who is not yet 24 but is in his fourth NHL season, is proving once again that everybody has to come from somewhere. Elvis Presley, after all, was born in Tupelo, Miss. And Larry Bird made his way out of French Lick, Ind. And a whole bunch of other famous folks were born in little log cabins in the woods.
So, why can't the No. 2 goalie for the Phoenix Coyotes call Whitesboro, N.Y., home? Especially when he does it with such pride?
'I love Whitesboro,' Esche said. 'I love it 100 percent. It's my favorite place in the world, bar none.'
He's lived in Detroit and Houston, in the Boston area and Ottawa. He's visited Germany and Russia and Switzerland and Finland and Japan. He's traveled across the United States and Canada, and has a house, out of which he hunts every morning, at the base of an Arizona mountain. And still, Robert Esche swears by a little town just east of Syracuse where he continues to spend his summers and where this June he'll again play host, along with some of his NHL buddies, to a fund-raising golf tournament benefiting the Make-A-Wish Foundation.
'When it's all said and done, when it comes to night time, you have the exact same stuff in every city,' Esche said. 'I mean, you're going to go out to eat or go to a movie, right? Well, they have that in Whitesboro. I don't need the fancy stuff - fancy restaurants, fancy cars, fancy watches - to live. And besides, that's where my family lives. In Whitesboro. And I could never be without my family.'
Not for the entire calendar year, anyway. But Esche gets by during the fall, winter and spring fairly nicely ... and not just because his salary, according to the NHL Players Association, is $450,000, which can keep a fella such as Robert in jeans, flannel shirts, cowboy boots and Waylon Jennings CDs for a long time.
No, it's the arena he's in. Literally.
'The NHL is awesome,' said Esche, who is scheduled to get his eighth start of the season tonight in San Jose where the Coyotes will play the Sharks. 'Putting on the jersey. Feeling the guys tapping you on the legs. Then, you're out there for warmups and the music is blaring and everybody's flying around shooting pucks at you and the wind is blowing because everyone is skating 100 miles per hour. And then the game begins, and all the fans are either yelling for you or calling you an idiot.
'I'd love to take those 210 youth hockey players from Whitesboro and bring them to a game. I'd love to say to them, 'Just go out there on that ice. Go out there and feel that.' It's sick, it's so unbelievable.'
Oh, the 6-foot-1, 210-pound Esche is in his glory, all right. Though he believes he could start for as many as 10 different NHL teams, Robert is content backing up the Coyotes' soon-to-be-35-year-old Sean Burke, his best friend and the man with the highest save percentage (.919) in the league over the past three seasons. And while he's not entirely pleased with his personal 2-4-0 record and .882 save percentage, the facts are he held Minnesota to a single goal in a 2-1 overtime victory a month and a half ago and last week beat the Sharks in San Jose 4-2 to give the Phoenix club - partly owned and fully run by Gretzky, himself - its first road win since Nov. 9.
As such, Esche belongs. He's talented and popular ... he's confident, yet deferential when appropriate ... he's experienced on the international level (having played on three of the seven continents), but not close to being blase. Which is another way of saying that Robert can still be wowed.
'The thing that blows me away is the toughness of these guys,' he said. 'I don't believe that people understand how tough they are. Take Danny Markov (a Coyotes defenseman from Russia). The other day, we're playing Columbus and he gets a puck right in the face. I mean, it's a shot. A laser. It hits him and explodes his nose all the way up over his eye. He's bleeding a stream of blood - it's not just drops; it's squirting out - from the far wall, across the ice and into the locker room. I mean, his eye is completely shut.
'So what does he do? He gets all stitched up. A hundred stitches. All kinds of stitches. And he has a smoke. And then he comes right back into the game. I said, 'Are you kidding me?' It was amazing. Absolutely amazing. Danny Markov has the highest threshold of pain of anybody I've seen in my life. That's what I mean by tough. Everybody's tough up here. Guys get pucks in the face. Guys get rammed into boards. Guys beat each other up. Even the guys who are called wimps because they don't fight are tough. Unbelievable.'
And Robert Esche - out of Whitesboro, of all places - is right there in the mix. And proud of it.
'Central New York has the most talented hockey players I've ever seen,' he said. 'But too many of the kids in our area don't realize they can make it. They say, 'I'm from Syracuse. I'm not from Canada. I'm not good enough.' And that's crazy. I truly think that you can do anything with your life if you work hard enough. Like, I've got a guitar. If I wanted to be as good as Eric Clapton, I really believe I could be. Anybody can. It doesn't matter where you're from if you push yourself. Look at me.'
Yeah, look at Robert Esche. Look at him, from a little town just east of Syracuse, living in his thin slice of heaven. Look at him, and smile.
Bud Poliquin is a columnist for The Post-Standard. His column appears regularly on these pages.
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