[Back in the real world, Stan is driving Michael home.]

Stan Podolak: Aw, I'm sorry it took so long.

Michael Jordan: Don't worry about it.

Stan Podolak: That exit on 65 wasn't clearly marked.

Michael Jordan: Hold up, hold up right here.

Stan Podolak: What, here?

Michael Jordan: Yeah.

[Stan stops the car and parks in front of Michael's house.]

Michael Jordan: Thanks for the ride, Sherm. I appreciate it.

Stan Podolak: It's Stan, Mike.

Michael Jordan: Sorry.

Stan Podolak: But that's all right, you can call me Sherm if you want to because I've followed your whole career and I think you're the greatest athlete that's ever lived.

Michael Jordan: [Trying to get of the car] Stan. Stan. Stan. How do I get outta here? That door doesn't work.

Stan Podolak: Oh! I'm sorry. I-I- [Gets out of the car] I forgot to tell you it's a classic. It's a classic, but it's got a few peccadilloes. Hold on just a second. [Taps the car door and opens it]

Michael Jordan: [Gets out of the car] Huh, a few huh? It's smoking too, man. You need to get that checked.

[In the backyard, a bulldog named Charles is resting in his doghouse and he sees Michael come home.]

Michael Jordan: Thanks for the ride. [Takes the bag from the car]

Stan Podolak: [Looking at the house] Oh this is nice. This is a nice house. Oh that is a beauty. What is that, Colonial?

Michael Jordan: No, it's a nice house.

Stan Podolak: If you need anything done around the house, I'd be more than happy to help you out.

Michael Jordan: Oh no. I'm fine thanks.

Stan Podolak: Anything you need.

Michael Jordan: Nah You gave me a ride. I appreciate it.

Stan Podolak: Okay, sure.

Michael Jordan: Tomorrow, I'm gonna drive so, I don't need a ride. But thanks though.

Stan Podolak: Oh. Why? Too conspicuous?

Michael Jordan: [Smiling] Yeah.

Stan Podolak: [Chuckling] All right.

Michael Jordan: Thanks though.

Stan Podolak: All right. Tomorrow! [Gets in his car]

Michael Jordan: See you tomorrow.

[Stan drives away as Michael heads for the front door. The bulldog groans and runs up to Michael.]

Michael Jordan: [Seeing his dog] Come on, Charles. No, not today.

[Charles jumps on Michael and he falls to the ground. Charles licks Michael's face.]

Michael Jordan: Oh, dog, get off of me! Your breath!

Jordan's housekeeper: [Runs out and sees Michael] Mr. Jordan, are you Okay? (To Charles) Get off of him, Charles! Come on!

Michael Jordan: Bad dog! Git! Oh!

Jordan's housekeeper: Come on, Charles! Get off of him! [Grabs Charles by the collar, pulling him away] ]Pooch, stop it! Get off of him before I cook you! Come on, come on, come on, baby, come on.

[Michael wipes the dog slobber off his face and a van pulls up. The kids wearing baseball uniforms come out of the van and they run down the sidewalk. This is Michael's wife Juanita Jordan she comes out of the van.]

Juanita Jordan: Come on, you guys. Get out of the car!

Kids: Bye, Mr. Jordan.

Michael Jordan: Bye kids.

[Then Michael's son Jeff comes out of the car sadly.]

Little League girl: Hey good game.

Michael Jordan: [Concerned] Hey, Jeff. You okay?

[Jeff looks at him sadly and shook his head. He walks up and heads to the house.]

Michael Jordan: How was your game?

Jeffery Jordan: I don't want to talk about it.

Marcus Jordan: [Running past him] Hi, dad!

Michael Jordan: Hey, hey, hey.

Passengers: [Driving by and waving to Michael] Bye Michael!

Jasmine Jordan: [Happily running up to him] Daddy! Daddy!

Michael Jordan: [Picks her up and hugs her] Hi, how you doing?

Juanita Jordan: Hey.

Michael Jordan: Hey.

Juanita Jordan: [Kisses him] Ooh! You're all covered up with drool, baby.

Michael Jordan: That's your dog.

[Juanita laughs and they walk inside the house.]

Michael Jordan: What's the matter with Jeff?

Juanita Jordan: Well, he went 2 for 5 and 32 points in his batting average.

Michael Jordan: [Shocked] Is that all?

Juanita Jordan: Yeah, so that puts him that at, like uh, 685 or something.

Michael Jordan: He's batting what?

[They walk into the kitchen and Michael puts down Jasmine down she goes into the living room.]

Juanita Jordan: Mmm, smells good in here. Whatcha cooking?

Jordan's housekeeper: Chicken.

Michael Jordan: Chicken and what?

Jordan's housekeeper: Chicken and collard greens.

Michael Jordan: Good. I'm gonna need a good meal tonight. [Housekeeper chuckles and Michael felt sad]

Juanita Jordan: [Concerned] Is everything okay?

Michael Jordan: Boy, I stunk up the place. I hope this baseball's thing is a good idea.

[In the living room, Michael kids watches the news on TV. It's about Michael at his baseball game.]

Newsman: It was another career day for Michael Jordan at Baron's field this afternoon. Let's face it. This baseball...

Michael Jordan: What are you guys watching? [He goes into the living room and sees the news on TV, and sits down to watch]

Newsman: Today he went 0 for 4 with three strikeouts.

Michael Jordan: Is this the only thing on TV?

Newsman: That brings his batting average down to an anemic .214, which also happens to be his playing weight. Baseball bat? Get this guy a tennis racket!

[The news shows the strikeouts Michael had today. Michael doesn't like it.]

Jeffrey Jordan: Did everyone get mad at you?

Michael Jordan: No, worse. Everyone was real nice about it.

Newsman: Michael, I know golf is your sport, but not here.

Jeffrey Jordan: I think you should open your stance a little. It might make you more aggressive at the plate.

Michael Jordan: Oh, you think so? I'll try to remember that.

Newsman: Watching this hurts me more than it hurts you. What is that?

Michael Jordan: [Picks up the remote] What are you guys doing watching that stuff? It's bad for you.

[He changes the channel for his kids. He finds a channel playing the Road Runner cartoon Beep, Beep.]

Michael Jordan: There you go, Road Runner. Beep-beep, here. Looney Tunes. [Gets up and goes into the kitchen]

[On TV, Wile E has an anvil as his wire goes down, sending him to the road. Road Runner stops in front of him. Then Porky Pig comes in.]

Road Runner: Beep beep!

Porky Pig: [Jumps in front of the screen] Stop this cartoon! [Panting to Wile E and Road Runner] We got an emergency cartoon character union meeting to go to.

Road Runner: Beep-beep! [Running off]

Porky Pig: Hey wait for me! Hold your horses! [Running after him]

[Wile E. puts down the anvil to join them before he could walk away, he zooms up in the air. Then nothing else happens on TV.]

Marcus Jordan: Dang. Where'd they go?

Jasmine Jordan: Oh no.