When the two opened their eyes after closing them from the bright light, they found themselves in a baseball game.
"Baseball game?" Atticus asked. "I thought we were gonna meet Michael Jordan?"
"Of course..." Cherry remembered what her brother taught her about his basketball idol. "Michael Jordan temporarily retired from basketball after the death of his father."
"So then we should be seeing him on the field." Atticus said.
Cherry leaned in from her seat as they were in the stands. They could see a player who was about to bat.
"STRIKE!" the umpire called out.
"Already?" Atticus asked.
Atticus overheard the other players and commented that the player looked great in his uniform, but he did not play very well. The player then went to try again.
"So, Michael Jordan played baseball?" Atticus asked.
"After the death of his father, he lost his basketball mojo." Cherry replied.
"Should we give him little help?" Atticus asked Cherry.
"What're you gonna do?" Cherry scoffed. "Use your magic to make him get a home run instead of striking out?" She then realized she had just given him an idea.
"Strike two!" The umpire called out.
"Alright, do it." Cherry whispered to Atticus.
Atticus got ready for the right moment to use his magic to give Jordan a boost for his baseball abilities. And where it worked as Micheal Jordan hit a curve ball, sending it flying causing him to get a home run.
"Unbelievable..." The catcher whispered in shock.
Everyone was in shock including Michael Jordan until he shook off the shock and ran around all the bases. The other players and coach then cheered for the former basketball star. And where they soon congratulated him.
"My brother is totally gonna kill me." Cherry said since she was given a chance to meet Michael Jordan with Atticus.
"Hey, what're you kids doing?" a fat guy in glasses noticed that they were trying to get toward the famed basketball player.
"Just going to congratulate Mr. Jordan." Atticus lied.
"Oh, no, no, I can't let anybody bother him," the man shook his head. "I have to make him the happiest player in the world."
Cherry and Atticus looked to each other and just kept walking and the man didn't do anything.
"Hey, get back here, you kids!" the man demanded. "Do you know what I am?!"
"Really sweaty?" Cherry replied.
"Someone who looks like he should really go to the gym?" Atticus added.
The man bore a deadpan face. "No, I'm Stan Podolak."
"Oh, nice to meet ya, so see ya." Cherry said as she then walked with Atticus.
"You kids stop right now, no one is allowed in the dug out!" the man yelled out.
"We're not going to listen to him, right?" Atticus whispered to his best friend.
"Nope." Cherry replied.
"Rebels..." Atticus said as they kept walking to the dug out.
Michael came to the dug out after his home run and everyone gave him the best compliments since he was a Chicago Bull. Atticus and Cherry continued on walking to the dug out.
"Good cut, Michael, good cut." one player said.
"Nice home run, Mike, that was good." another player agreed.
Michael gave small smiles and thanked his fellow players, but he felt a little down in the dumps as he sat down.
"Okay, we should be above the dug out right now." Cherry said.
The two friends looked into the spot and saw Michael sitting with the other players.
"Hey, Mike, you got fans again." one player chuckled.
'I can't believe this is actually happening.' Cherry thought to herself.
"Um... Excuse us, Mr. Jordan, sir..." Atticus smiled nervously.
"You guys want autographs?" Michael asked.
'What do I say? What do I say?' Cherry thought to herself.
"Actually, we just wanted to meet you..." Atticus stammered slightly.
"Of course you did..." Michael replied.
"Oh, Mr. Jordan, I'm so sorry for these trespassers," Stan came back and leaned downward like they did, but it didn't work as well for him as it did for them. "I... I..." he then yelled out and suddenly fell into the dug out.
"That's gotta hurt." Cherry winced.
Michael saw that these kids weren't annoying, so he decided to let them in through the door.
"Hey, guy..." Cherry and Atticus smirked to Stan.
"My name is Stan." Stan told them.
"You all right?" Michael asked Stan. "That was a nasty fall."
"Yeah..." Stan sighed. "Um, let me get rid of these kids for you."
"Nah, they're all right," Michael decided. "They remind me of my own kids."
This was a good sign.
"And you are...?" Michael asked Stan first.
"Oh, I'm Stan," Stan introduced himself. "Stan Podolak, Mr. Jordan, I'm the Barons' new publicist," he then vigorously shook Michael's hand. "I'm here to make your life easier. Want me to drive you somewhere? I will drive you anywhere! Want me to pick up your laundry, babysit your kids, I will do it."
"Eat your Christmas ham?" Cherry added with a smirk.
'I'm not sure if that's the right moment.' Atticus thought to himself.
Cherry giggled.
"Be nice." Atticus told Cherry.
"I am nice." Cherry replied.
"To Stan." Atticus said.
Cherry seemed to disagree to that.
"Why do you look like you're dressed to go to a funeral?" Stan asked Cherry.
"Wait." Cherry replied stoically in a way that could rival Wednesday Addams.
"What?" Stan asked.
"Don't mind her, she's just a pessimist..." Atticus said.
The people then gasped and murmured as there appeared to be an alien space craft zipping in the air.
"What was that?" Michael wondered.
Atticus shrugged as he acted like he didn't know. Cherry looked like she wanted to check it out. Atticus wasn't sure about that, he hoped this wouldn't take long, and they followed after the alien space craft.
