"Max and Alex! Come on down here!"

"What is it Justin? You're making me miss my sleep till noon plans I had lined up for today." Alex said groaning between yawning and streching in her oversixed sweatshirt.

"Hey didn't I see Dean with that hoody yesterday?"

Alex smilied, "Maybe, maybe not." She said cutely and Justin gave her a look like you couldn't come up with anything better than that?

"Just tell us why you called us down, ok Justin."

"Alright," He said with a smirk, "Dad left me with these tickets. New York Yankee's versus the Mets. I'm taking Max to see his first baseball game." He said satisfied with himself for being the good older brother he was, "Oh, and he gave us a third one, and dad said we have to take Alex. So you're coming too." He tried sounding like he was bothered by having to bring her, but deep down he knew he wanted her company.

"Ugh, I don't even want to go to no dumb baseball game!" Shouted Alex throwing herself on the couch.

"BasebalI? Is that the one where's there a ball?" Questioned Max.

"Yeah." Said Justin.

"And they kick it around into a goal?"

"No that's soccer."

"I thought that was football?" Max said with a confused look.

"No footballl, is the one where they tackle and thow it around."

"Well that would make a better soccer and the one where you kick it should be football."

"lf you're Britsh you'd be right. Expect I'm not sure what they call football over here then..?"

"Oh... wait, I'm confused."

"I'll explain it to you when we get there, ok. Now come on guys, get dressed!" Said Justin clapping and shooing them away.

"Wait. Dad is cheap right?" Said Alex with a pause.

"Yeah." Aswered Max and Justin.

"Then how did he get these tickets?"

They stopped too, "Good question..." Justin said thinking.

Earlier that Morning: "Tickets here! Get your tickets here! Yankees and Mets!"

Theresa, "Hey, the kids are going to be bored at home all day. Max never seen a baseball game. Why don't you get them some tickets, they've been so busy with wizzard training and school."

"You're right, wait aren't baseball tickets expensive?"

Theresa sighed and gave a frushrated look at her huband, "Jerry. He's a guy in the middle of the street selling second hand tickets. Come on now."

"Well, alright." Said Jerry and walked over to the scraggly man offering the tickets, "How much would three be?"

"Usually they go for 20 a pop, but three I could give you a break. How about 60?"

"Ok... hey wait, that's no deal!" Said Jerry wagging his finger at the man.

"50." Offered the man with a shug of his shoulders.

"40."

"50."

"45." Counter offered Jerry.

"50."

"You got a deal!" Said Jerry handing him the money.

"Hey wait these aren't some nose bleed sections, because my son Justin does get nosebleeds often."

"... Um, nnno." Said the man shadily looking the other way.

"Alright!" Said Jerry with a happy go lucky grin walking back to his wife on the other side of the street

"How'd it go?" Asked Theresa.

"It was a hard bargain, but you no me, I talked him down." Jerry said smoothly.

"That's my husband, smooth talking Russo!"

"Yeah. You know it."

Back at the Russo Household, in the present: "I don't even like baseball! Can't we see dragon wrestling on the wiz channel? Said Max groaning.

"I second that!" Said Alex raising her hand ethusistically. "The Great Red Butcher is suppossed to be in a barbed wire match against the Super Butcher green dragon!"

Alex and Max both nodded their heads excitidly. But Justin shook his head, "Dad got me these tickets to take you two he expeccts us to go and enjoy the game. We might be wizards, but we're New Yorkers too. Now lets go an have some fun. Just us. No majic for once. And I can try and catch the ball, for Max, like dad always wanted to do for me. But ended up just knocking down the drink and falling in the row below us..."

"Come on now! Lets look excited!" Max and Alex glared. "Ok fine, but least we can look like we got the spirit."

"Ala-ca-zam, Make us look like we belong in Yankee land!" Said Justin waving his wand.

And there they stood, with gloomy faces, but Yankee hats, gloves, and Justin shaking an oversixed sirophome finger that read #1 on it in blue and white.

"Hey why does Alex get the shirt?" Justin shook his head at her when he reongnized it too was Dean's. She looked around as innocent as could be.

"What? Dean's a big Yankees fan he let me have it. Hey do you think I can go with him and Max and leave you?" Justin shook his head at her and she sighed, "Fine!"

Justin pulled Max to the side alittle, "Max. I know you aren't all that excited right now. But you'll love it when you get there." He got an far away look in his eye and put his arm of Max's sholder, "The American spirit, being in the great outdoors, the excitement of the crowd, the day old hot dog." He said with a far away look in his eyes, "I always wanted to catch a ball from a real Yankees game this could be the day if I do, I'm giving it to you."

"Gee thanks Justin, but why would I want ball? I have many balls already in my room."

Justin sighed deeply, "Sentimental reasons Max."

"Come on guys, Lets go. Dean said it's best to get their alittle early." Said Alex touching up her make up and fizing her pinktails.

"Who cares what Moterotti thinks?" Asked Justin frushratidly.

"Say the boy with illusions of grandior of actually thinking he's going to catch a Yankee ball when he can't catch a ball rigt now, for example."

"Yes I can!" Alex threw a red rubber ball toward him suddenly and laughed when Juustin flinched and missed.

"No fair! I wasn't ready!"

"Sure sure." Said Alex now laughing at Max trying to catch his super bouncy ball going from one wall to the other wall very quickly and just tripping himself in the process.

Author's Note: Got much more adventures planned for this story. Tell me if you liked it!