I was just so current, so very current, that it was natural to feel powerful and invincible. I am sure you were feeling it as well because if information is indeed power then we were all living the most Herculean of lives. Anything you needed to know was there at your fingertips in a matter of seconds. Anything you needed to see was not far behind either. These modern times were so intoxicating that they rapidly redefined the way we lived and worked. Newspapers were not about news any more. Before the ink was even dry on the print run, the news was old. The print media had to move in different directions in an effort to facilitate and satiate the masses for those rare moments when electronic technology was inaccessible. They tried to sell us on a link to the past, the romantic and seemingly dated notion of sitting down over a cup of coffee, opening a newspaper and letting the events of the world unfold before your eyes in still words and pictures. Some folks bought into it. But a new and swelling class in the techno-vanguard dismissed print media and those that supported it as heartless 'tree killers'. Those employed in the tree-killing profession had to obviously readjust as well. Columnists could drop an obscure reference here and there, but by and large their job was not so much to inform as to regurgitate. Here is the news, what do you think? Spin doctors ruled the world and dominated the media. Some made vast fortunes while others wrote a Sunday sports column and lived their days in an impoverished stupor. And then in an instant, in a rumbling on the sea bed, our world changed. Before we knew it, the techno-apocalypse was upon us. We had no access to the US and parts of Europe. Telephone lines were down and so were e-mails initially. Post-apocalyptic cyberpunks were aghast and disoriented. They were looking for alternative methods to pass their time but some had never opened a book before and many did not even know how. Does page 12 come after page 11? Yes it does, grasshopper. Keep turning the page on the right side and eventually you will get to the end of the book. Perhaps no sector was as hard hit by the techno-apocalypse as the world of sport. The impact was immediate. All over Asia people went to bed without knowing how their favourite basketball or soccer team did that night. Imagine that? Many of them had to wait until the morning to buy a newspaper and race to the sports page to find the scores. Talk about old school. Somewhere along the way I had to take stock of my life as well. I could certainly live without the latest hockey or basketball scores, but I have chosen not to. And the scores themselves hardly satiate my sporting appetite. I needed highlights, lowlights and some commentary ASAP. But now there was no espn.com, no yahoo and no youtube.com. I had to scurry around the TV dial to find something, anything that might inform and enlighten me. But there was a problem. I had no idea what time the highlights shows were on because I had stopped watching them a few years ago. I eventually found something called SportsCentre Hong Kong on ESPN International. But just my luck, the two hosts were bantering in barely decipherable and lightning-quick Cantonese that left me totally perplexed. They were showing highlights from a snooker tournament just begging me to turn the channel, so I did. A little later I came across the regional version of SportsCentre in English. Produced in Singapore, the show has a few anchors from the UK who stumble through basketball highlights. No crime in that I suppose, but I still believe that if an American sportscaster tried to do cricket highlights the outrage among Brits and Australians would be deafening. And really this is the crux of our technologically advanced times. Thanks to innovations like the sling box and internet TV, we can watch indigenous sports broadcasts no matter where we are. We are besieged with choices. Ice hockey telecasts from Canada and football broadcasts from the US are now at our fingertips. At least they were at our fingertips, until an earthquake rocked Taiwan and shut down the feed and reminded us how truly vulnerable we really are in the information age. If we wanted to be remotely informed sports fans, we would need to rely on the 'tree killers' and Brits doing basketball highlights. Even though the calendar will switch to 2007 later tonight, it seemed like 1994 all over again. The wealth of sports viewing choices, at least for the time being, is marginal at best. It might be a good time to read a book, or even a newspaper, before you forget how.