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200,000 miles not too far to chase an NHL dream

Thanks to Mel Halpern, we now know the distance from Maryland to theNational Hockey League: about 200,000 miles. That's roughly eight times aroundthe Earth, and only 38,000 miles short of the moon. That's how far MelHalpern, mild-mannered government employee from Montgomery County, drove his1987 Dodge Caravan so his son could play ice hockey and chase a dream.

Mel drove through snow, wind, rain and ice and on roads marked with "MooseCrossing" signs. He drove from Maryland to Massachusetts. He drove to NewJersey and upstate New York, to Ontario and Quebec, where snow drifted againsthis motel-room door. A few years ago, he drove to New Hampshire, back toMaryland, back to New Hampshire and back to Maryland - in one weekend.

Most of that distance was traveled with his son in the back of the van, andall of it in an effort to close a geographic and cultural gap between a boyand the sport he loved.

A surprising thing happened at the end of this long journey: The kid in theback of the van got a contract to play center for the Washington Capitals, theNHL team he grew up watching. So what we have here is a Ripkenesquelocal-boy-makes-good story, with a touch of Jamaican bobsled unlikeliness.

This season, Jeff Halpern's second, he had 21 goals and 21 assists for theCaps, who skate into the Stanley Cup playoffs Thursday night at home againstthe Pittsburgh Penguins. When he scores, the video screen on the scoreboard inMCI Center makes a glitzy fuss about Halpern's Beltway birthplace.

A kid from Maryland made it to the NHL, and to give you an idea how unusualthat is, consider this: Of the 714 players who started the 2000-01 season onthe league's 30 teams, more than half - 380 - were born in Canada. Another 63are from Czechoslovakia, 55 from Russia, 40 from Sweden and 25 from Finland.

Americans in the NHL number 107. Of those, more than half are fromhockey-huge states that supported the Union in the Civil War and start with M- Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota and Maine.

Only one player, 24-year-old Jeff Halpern, is from Maryland, by hockeystandards not so much the Deep South as the Third World. In the 83-yearhistory of the league, only three skaters ever listed Maryland as their natalstate. One is Halpern. Another is Frederick-born Jeff Brubaker, a wing whoplayed for seven NHL teams in the 1980s. A league researcher could not namethe third.

Caps officials speculate that the other two Maryland-born players did notlive here long (Brubaker grew up in Michigan). There is no hockey playerlisted in the Maryland Athletic Hall of Fame.

So Halpern might be the first Marylander to play in the NHL. He doesn'tlike people to fuss about it, but they do. He was inducted into the GreaterWashington Jewish Sports Hall of Fame last year. Dozens of hockey bag-totingkids around the D.C. suburbs know all about him, wear replicas of his No. 11Caps jersey and seek his autograph. Halpern's 200,000-mile journey to the NHLshows how talent, persistence, hard work, supporting parents, a couple ofdaring decisions and a good minivan put a boy from Potomac on professionalhockey's map.

Early exposure

Mel and Gloria Halpern are natives of Brooklyn, N.Y. - their third date wasa Rangers game at Madison Square Garden - who moved to the Washington suburbsin the 1960s. She's an educator; he's a government attorney. When theirchildren, Jeff and Jenny, were small, they took them to NHL games in the oldCapital Centre in Landover.

"I suppose I was there when I was a newborn," says Jeff Halpern, whoarrived May 3, 1976, two years after the Caps entered the expanding NHL. "Ihave a collection of memories - racing over to games with my family, sittingup in the Cap Centre, in the upper corners, watching the games, having nachosand barbecue."

And wearing a kiddie-size Caps jersey.

Halpern was 3 when his parents got him on ice.

"My dad never played hockey, so he started skating when I did," Halpernsays. "My sister started figure skating then, too."

The Halperns enrolled Jeff in a hockey clinic when he was 4, a house leaguewhen he was 5, then a Mites travel team of the Capital Beltway Hockey Leaguewhen he was 6. (Among his opponents: the Stars of the Baltimore Youth HockeyClub. "Johnny Unitas' son was the goalie," Jeff says.)

At 9, Halpern tried out for the Little Caps, a team of the best playersfrom around the Beltway. He made the cut, though he was smaller and youngerthan most of his teammates, who were 10 and 11. "Every time he would go to anew level, he'd do fine," Mel says.

Road trips

Making the Little Caps meant Jeff would be playing more competitive hockey- with the closest away game in Philadelphia. That's about when Mel Halpernbought the Dodge Caravan - for trips to places like Buffalo and Toronto. It'salso when he realized that his kid was as good as many skaters from theblade-and-stick culture of the Northeast.

The league in which the Little Caps competed, the Atlantic Hockey League,formed an all-star team for spring and summer tournaments in Canada, andcoaches from New York and New Jersey - "wheelers and dealers," Mel calls them- invited Jeff north for practices and games. Mel Halpern thought nothing ofdriving his son to Bridgeport, Conn., for an evening practice, then returningto Maryland the same night.

"We were in Ottawa July 1, Canada Day, five years in a row, fortournaments," Mel says. "We went to a tournament in Montreal three or fouryears in a row. Jeff was getting exposed to the best players on the EastCoast."

If not the best players in North America.

"I've looked at the programs from some of those tournaments we played in,"adds Jeff, peeling off his pads after a recent Caps practice, "and it's likelooking at an NHL roster."

From early fall through winter and spring and into summer, Mel Halpernlogged hundreds of hours behind the wheel of the Caravan. He rigged up a smalltelevision and video cassette player so his son and a teammate could watch amovie during the long road trips.

"My dad didn't mind [the driving]; he loved hockey," Jeff says. "It wastough for my mom and my sister, though. They couldn't make all the trips, andwe'd be gone almost every [winter] weekend."

Leaving little room for a family's social life.

"We were blessed with wonderful friends who understood that, with all thishockey, we weren't going to make every party," Gloria Halpern says. "We had nofamily here and friends were very important, but they understood when we said,`Well, Jeff has a tournament this weekend, and we're not going to be around.'They were very supportive."

The Halperns never insisted Jeff devote himself to hockey. Nor did theypush him to play.

"It's what I wanted to do," he says. "On Saturday night, I'd rather beplaying a game than going to a party."

Prepping his skills

In his freshman year at Churchill High School in Potomac, it was clearthat, if he wanted his hockey skills to grow - if he wanted to get into a topcollege with a competitive hockey program - he would have to go north.Churchill, like most high schools in Maryland, did not have a hockey team.

Says Mel: "That's when we decided to do the prep school thing."

The $15,000-a-year New England prep school thing.

Matt Mulgrave, the hockey-playing son of friends, had attended St. Paul'sSchool in Concord, N.H., where he'd drawn the notice of college coaches. Heended up playing at Harvard; today, he's an investment banker. It wasMulgrave's father, Frank, who persuaded the Halperns to send Jeff to St.Paul's as well.

They did, and it hurt, and not just financially.

"The same year our daughter went to college, our son went to prep school,"Mel says. "I got sick when both kids left, I really did. It took me a coupleyears to get over it."

The point of "the prep school thing" was to get Jeff into a good collegewith a hockey team.

"Did I expect [Jeff to play in the NHL]? No. Did it go through my head?Yes. I thought, `It's possible; I'm not going to give that up.' But the mainobjective at the time was college hockey, and that was very difficult for akid from this area."

Mel and Gloria had heard the comments frequently: The best players - eh,don't ya know? - came out of places like Pickering, Ontario, and PrinceAlbert, Saskatchewan - not Potomac, Md.

But now Jeff was at a New England prep school with a good reputation forhockey. He made a lot of friends, played well - and saw his parents a lot. TheHalperns regularly made the 1,020-mile round trip from Potomac to Concord inthe Dodge.

"At least on one occasion," Mel says, "I drove to St. Paul's on Saturdayfor a game, then back to Maryland on Saturday night with Jeff. He played forthe Little Caps on Sunday. I returned him to St. Paul's on Sunday night,before my return drive to Maryland on Sunday late."

By his senior year, Jeff had played a lot of hockey, but still hadn'tattracted interest from NCAA Division I schools. Only smaller, Division IIIprograms came after him.

"It looked like everything was coming to an end," he recalls. "I had kindof an empty feeling."

So he did something daring.

`A year abroad'

He deferred his admission to Bowdoin College in Maine and moved to Canada.In Stratford, Ontario, he roomed with the family that owned the StartfordCullitons (named after a local plumber) and played terrific hockey among thenatives.

"It seemed kind of strange at first," Gloria Halpern says. "But noteveryone knows what they want to do when they finish high school. So I came tosee it as like a year abroad for Jeff. He stayed with a remarkably warm andloving family - the Pipers."

The kid from Maryland did OK. He scored 48 goals and notched 96 assists in72 regular-season and playoff games.

The Cullitons had a championship season.

And every Ivy League school with a hockey team - Yale, Harvard, Cornell,Brown, Dartmouth, Princeton - noticed.

The Halperns' plan - to get Jeff some northern exposure and hope for thebest - had worked.

He followed his sister to Princeton, majored in economics and playedvarsity hockey from 1995 through 1999. In his junior year, he had 28 goals and25 assists in 36 games.

"That was a breakout year for me," Jeff says, "and I started gettingattention."

The Caps, the team he had grown up watching and cheering, invited him totheir rookie camp at Piney Orchard Ice Arena, their training facility, inOdenton. Coach Ron Wilson took a look and considered Jeff the best skaterthere. He invited him to practice during the summer with veteran Caps wholived in the area.

"It was my first time on ice with NHL players," Jeff says. "It definitelywasn't like a reach-out program; they needed guys to skate with. ... But itwas a great experience for me. It made me focus even more, gave me a lot ofconfidence going into my senior year at Princeton."

And his senior year at Princeton gave him confidence that the NHL was justa phone call away.

The 1998-99 varsity recorded the most hockey wins in school history andshared the Ivy League title with Yale. Halpern was team captain and leadingscorer. He was co-winner of the university's Roper Trophy, for athletic andscholastic achievement.

Sports agents started calling. About 10 of them talked to Mel aboutrepresenting his son. At least 15 NHL teams were interested in Jeff.

But Jeff was interested in only one - the Caps. He signed with Washingtonat the end of his senior season at Princeton. He didn't bother with an agent,and didn't play the Caps against other teams - and doesn't regret that bothdecisions probably cost him some money.

NHL arrival

After a hitch with the Caps' minor-league affiliate in Portland, Maine,Jeff Halpern arrived at MCI Center in fall 1999.

His first NHL goal was anticlimactic, coming in a 7-1 loss to the AnaheimMighty Ducks. But he played with the Caps all season and had an impressiveplayoff series last spring. Now, he's solidified a spot as the third-linecenter.

"When I see him on the ice now," says his mother, "I try to remember whathe was like when he was little. I can still see him."

And, of course, it all seems to have flashed by in an instant.

"I'll always appreciate how much my parents did for me," says Jeff, who hasdeveloped a faint Canadian accent. "I guess I would have felt bad if my daddidn't get as much joy out of it as I did. His vacation would not be to gosightseeing in London. His would be to go to some kiddie hockey tournament insome Canadian small town."

Mel Halpern doesn't have the van anymore; he doesn't need it.

To see his son play hockey these days, all he has to do is step out of hisoffice at the U.S. Court of Appeals, near the White House, and walk about 20minutes to MCI Center. After the game, he takes the subway home.

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