When the high-scoring forward was drafted by the Toronto Maple Leafs a few months before he’d even turned 18, he figured he’d won the lottery. He might spend a few seasons in the minors close to home but eventually — and likely quickly, his youthful optimism told him — he’d make the big club, where he’d spend his days living in hockey utopia.
So, a few years later, as he was in the dressing room of the ECHL’s Missouri Mavericks, reality was admittedly tough to take. Especially when he took a break from stretching before practice to look up at the TV hanging in the corner showing the NHL Network and recognized a player on the screen.
“I thought I was just as good as that guy in junior,” Carter Verhaeghe says. “And he’s playing in the NHL and I’m here.”
The 23-year-old from Waterdown is OK talking about his story these days. Partially because he’s in the midst of a tremendous season in the American Hockey League, where he’s second overall in scoring. But also because he recognizes an interesting story and knows his is one.
After he was drafted by the Leafs, he spent two more productive years with the Niagara IceDogs of the Ontario Hockey League. Then he got ready to make his dream come true with the as-close-to-hometown-as-there-is team. He spent the summer getting ready and showed up at camp ready to make his mark only to be called into general manager Lou Lamoriello’s office right off the bat.
“They traded me,” Verhaeghe says.
Yes. To the New York Islanders. More accurately, to their farm team in Bridgeport, Conn., where he suddenly had to get used to a new area, a new organization, a new system and new teammates.
It was a shock which only grew when he hit the ice and for nearly the first time in his life, wasn’t the best player out there. He was 20 and playing against bigger, faster, stronger, more-experienced men. Peach fuzz in a Brent Burns world. Nearly every player who makes the jump says it’s a massive step. Verhaeghe is no different.
By December, he was finding himself a healthy scratch. Meaning, he was watching from the press box. If that wasn’t a splash of cold water to the face, being sent down to the ECHL — the farm system of the farm system — sure was. It’s pro hockey, but guys will tell you it seems like a long, long way from the NHL.
“That year I thought I was going to be playing in Toronto for the Marlies, at least,” he says. “Now I’m down to the East Coast and saying, ‘What am I doing?'”