This isn't really what I wanted to see when opening my mail this morning...
Let's break it down:
1. I haven't had any major medical procedures lately.
2. I've never been admitted to St. Mary's.
3. Most importantly, I'm reasonably sure I don't have a seven year old kid named 'Carl', given that I absorbed a complete shutout during 1998.
Turns out it was just a clerical error, and one that had already been noted. I don't owe five grand. No bad beat here.
This is a good thing. It would have taken just short of forever to pick up a hundred buyins off the omatards at Titan.