(You’re Whizzer)

It was the year 1987. You lived in a nice neighborhood in the city of New York. Your brother Michael stays over at your house on the weekends while your parents are handling things involving their divorce. One Saturday afternoon you get a knock on your door and you get up to open it. When you do you see a casually dressed man standing at your door with a soccer ball in his hands.

Hello. Sorry to bother you, but this landed in my backyard. Does it happen to be yours?