The wonders of mass messaging cannot be explained.

I dropped Glenn a SMS asking him what the doc said during Friday's check up: Just wondering what did your doc say?

As things went, my thumb was on steriods and it went too fast sending the message to the entire basketball mailing list. And I receive the following replies (please pardon their atrocious spelling) in chronological order -

Ah Tiong: I din go back yet prolly later tis week...

Bruce: Havent seen yet

Junbin: Huh? Wat u talking?

Mingji: my doc? wat doc?

Kelwin: I have a jones fracture. On my fifth metalasaral what's up?

Zihao: My doc? Did you sms the wrong person?

Weiyi: Wrong msg? "Just wondering what did your doc say?"

Looking at the injury list, I wonder if I should put a temporary stop to the weekly basketball sessions, after all, I am personally nursing my injured knee and my torn lips; the latter caused by two of Zihao's short range passes to my face.

But I figured that it would be easier to incapacitate Zihao than to stop our games.

Someone please remind me to bring a chopper this Sunday.