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Category: Threero Of The Week

Threero Of The Week: Did Eric Nystrom Takes Us To Peak Conference III?

by J.R.

600px-Hubbert_peak_oil_plot.svg“We are in a crisis in the evolution of human society. It’s unique to both human and geologic history. It has never happened before and it can’t possibly happen again. You can only use oil once. You can only use metals once. Soon all the oil is going to be burned and all the metals mined and scattered.” —  M. King Hubbert

In 1956, M. King Hubbert devised what is now called the “peak oil theory” — in short that there is a point, for any geographical area, at which petroleum extraction peaks and then will go into terminal decline.

It is a wildly pessimistic supposition, but an influential one nonetheless. It has helped craft energy policy for decades. And it makes some sense. Petroleum takes thousands of years to form in a complex process of rotting ferns and decaying dinosaurs. We are using more than is being produced. Eventually, we will get all we can and then we will get far less until we can get no more.

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Stars Game Ops: Threeros

by J.R.

We usually give Threero status to the fellas on the ice, but Stars Game Ops put up a Hart Trophy performance tonight.

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Threero Of The Week: The Antoine Equation

by J.R.

The Dallas Stars French forward Antoine Roussel has been on our radar for awhile.

In fact, he was featured on the first post ever on III Communication:

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The level of gumption it takes to challenge Shea Weber when such fistic flyweights like Bobby Butler are on the ice belies either an incredible amount of courage or an astounding level of idiocy. But, as we all know by now, Conference III lives on the line between courage and idiocy.

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Threero Of The Week: Why Bingo Will Always Be Bickell’s Name-Oh

by J.R.

zathockeyThis is Zoë. Zoë is my daughter. She was born midway through the first period of what is probably the No. 1 game in Nashville Predators history — the Game 5 victory over Detroit in the first round of 2012 playoffs.

Things haven’t gone so well for the Predators since then — Radulov left, Suter left, Weber tried to leave, the team had an abysmal season, Brandon Yip got power play minutes — but I don’t think her mom and I are going to be all Buffalo ’66 with Zoë.

Zoë likes hockey — and not just Predators hockey (though that’s her favorite; the only thing she says more than “Gnash” is “Mama,” “Dada” and “Dog,” and she’s never even met David Backes). She had the good sense to make it to the world just in time to see Nick Lidstrom play, for example. And though she almost always sleeps through the night, she woke up, with no explanation, five minutes before the end of the lockout was announced, as if to say “Daddy, check Twitter.”

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The First Thing I Remember Knowing Was A Goal Horn Siren Blowing: This Mom’s A Threero

by J.R.

A big III Communication shout out to Chicago Blackhawks fan Donna Lebano.

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Threero of the Week: La Vie en Rozsival

by J.R.

Until the end of the Where Angels Fear to Tread game between Chicago and Nashville, I’d never given much thought to Blackhawks defenseman Michal Rozsival.

I suspect the big Czech would be fine with that. He’s the kind of blueliner who does his job quietly and respectfully and would rather not draw too much attention.

But in the waning minutes of overtime, Rozsival had a clear lane to the net from his spot on the point and he let rip a shot which, generously, could be described as threatening, in that it was in the vague direction of the net. It was not apace, it was not speedy, it was not hard. It sputtered and skidded to Pekka Rinne’s pad and, for some reason, he skittered it away, right back to Rosie. Perhaps Rinne knew that putting the puck back on Rozsival’s stick was safer than risking a last-second face-off.

And again, Rozsival locked, loaded and let loose a repeat performance of that powerless attempt. Rinne made the easy save, the clock hit zeroes and it was off to a shooout.

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Ray Whitney, Hockey’s Paladin: Threero Of The Week (March 18-24)

by J.R.

Western literature has a great history of the moralistic mercenary.

American culture is littered with guns-for-hire with hearts of gold.

Men with pasts. Men whose wisdom has been earned by a life serving righteousness’s interests on the margins of society.

Their arc is familiar and still jarring — they emerge as flashy, brazen sharpshooters, but life burns them — usually via a nine-game stint with Edmonton — and life smooths and life burnishes them and at the end, they emerge wizened and wise, dispensing justice and dispensing maxims, no longer with the audacious rapidity of youth, but with cold and careful calculation.

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Rich Clune: Threero Of The Week (March 11-17)

by J.R.

Sometimes Conference III is a prison-gang yard fight.

And sometimes, it’s the NHL’s most elaborate troll job. There’s an Original Six team jammed in with two Sun Belt teams, one of which moved from the home of another team in the division. There’s a Canadian team that moved from the Sun Belt and got dressed up in a history it doesn’t own, like one of those weirdos who breaks into people’s houses and wears their clothes. It’s a Central Time Zone division which includes a Mountain Time team. And also, St. Louis is involved.

This week’s Threero embraces the best of Conference III: being great at what you are even if you are not what people want you to be. It’s fighting when necessary — and refusing to fight when it will irritate the most people. It’s scoring, yes, but only in hilarious ways that make no sense.

If Conference III is the NHL’s mean-mug, our Threero is its smart-ass smirk.

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