I had a dream last night that I went into what looked to be a Quiznos for lunch, somewhere in the greater Sacramento area. Eating in the corner was Bird, Russell, Jerry Reynolds and slew of private security and a minority owner. Larry knew my first name, asked me to sit down with them. They had special meals ordered with tasters (I guess they were afraid of being poisoned) they order something for me. We prayed (that was odd, I'm not religious). I asked asked the table a simple "how's everything going" to which Larry replied, I know what you want to know and I wont say anything. We ate, had some small talk, I had to get back to work and I was escorted to my car by the minority owner. He assured me they were doing everything they could, but went no further than that.
I don't know why Larry Bird knew me and why they had secret service style private security.
I have to stop reading this site and twitter right before bed.