It's that time again .... and we're not talking about that time that you left flaming poop on old man Murray's doorstep... it's hockey playoffs! This of course calls for beer (hey we're not snobs here) and a big screen TV and girlfriends wearing hockey jerseys. Despite all of this, we still have jobs to do, and we do realize that some percentage of the population doesn't like hockey, so we staff the offices with an intern and a voicemail robot. We figure they can handle stuff for the next, oh, 7 weeks or so. So if your drink of the week sucks, it's not our fault. It's the robot.