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DemocraThree: 14 March 2014

by J.R.

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Every Friday bloggers from around The Heptarchy will update us on the news and notes from their teams (with that fancy header image courtesy of Mike D; like democracy itself, it’s a perpetual work-in-progress). Yes, we ripped this off from TRH’s Pacific War Room; no, we don’t care. And since we ripped it off, we’ll follow their lead and go in standings order.

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Thursday Thirteen: Early Christmas Shopping Edition

by J.R.

Every Thursday we bring you the III Communication’s Conference III Power Rankings, the Thursday Thirteen.

This week, you’ll get a handle on early Christmas shopping.

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The Metropolitan Division is Stupid and Ugly and Dumb

by J.R.

tenby-mystery-beast-1-510x600-1361996047The NHL’s Metropolitan Division is a complete wasteland, devoid of any meaning or usefulness.

It is a hotbed of sin and horror. It is where good hockey withers away like a collapsing factory in a service-based economy — or like a service-based economy in a world of consumerism. It is so bad that all economic metaphors apply to it equally, even ones that are complete opposites.

It’s so bad it’s awfulness was unpredictable — or beyond prediction, because it was so apparent.

It is both overrated and underperforming.

It is not a sleeping giant. It is a creeping giant, crawling slothlike down a hill to a boomshaw where it will try to swim but fall to the bottom of the beautiful abyss under its own slovenly weight to drown and eventually be consumed by heretofore undiscovered creatures with no eyes.

That’s a lot of pretty words to describe a decrepit scene. And these days, people want numbers. Oh, but the numbers. There is no poetry in arithmetic, which is fine because there’s no poetry to describe how woeful the Metro is, unless there’s undiscovered verse from an especially dark day in Emily Dickinson’s life. Here’s the numbers anyway:

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Great Game Previews In History: 22 October 2013

by J.R.

Today In History

sartre-3Jean-Paul Sartre is awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature “for his work which, rich in ideas and filled with the spirit of freedom and the quest for truth, has exerted a far-reaching influence on our age.”

Sartre famously refused the prize, via an open letter, possibly addressed to Miley Cyrus, in Le Figaro, published the next day.

Sartre gave all manner of predictably Sartrety reasons for the refusal — that he did not want to entangle the Nobel committee with his increasingly political activism (he cited his support of Venezuelan revolutionaries specifically; Sartre was arrested during the May 1968 protests in Paris and was pardoned by DeGaulle because “You don’t arrest Voltaire”) and that he found the Nobel Prize to be exceedingly Eurocentric (it was and is, for better or worse), and that he was more interested in bridging the gap between East and West than in holding an award that demonstrates the gap.

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Seth Jones: Nashville’s First Hometown Player

by Sam

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As I sat in the upper deck of New Jersey’s Prudential Center, I felt a familiar sinking feeling. It started with the Twitter rumors that the Florida Panthers would take presumptive Predator Aleksander Barkov. Then I realized that David Poile was talking to Steve Yzerman, not to ensure that Jonathan Drouin would fall to Nashville, but to ensure that Seth Jones, the admitted #1 player on Nashville’s board, would be there at four. Finally, the Angel of Death emerged from behind the 1995 Stanley Cup Banner, descended to the seat beside me, and whispered in my ear: “Brian Finley…”

Nah, just kidding. As much as I thought I’d be disappointed about the Preds missing out on perhaps the one great chance in franchise history to grab a cornerstone forward, the joy of seeing my new favorite player overwhelmed. Yesterday, the rational hockey-analyst side of my brain lost out to the half of me that identifies with the Predators as Nashville’s one true counter-cultural institution.

Seth Jones embodies everything that makes the Preds cool. For the Nashville Predators, this defenseman from Denver is its first true hometown player, for a franchise that’s had a few.

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