The Silver Linings Playbook Chapter 6

The Concrete Doughnut I notice that my dad holds up until the game is going to start before he comes into the family room. It is just preseason, so we don't take part in any of the ordinary season game-day customs, yet Dad has put on his number 5 McNabb pullover and now sits on the edge of the sofa, prepared to leap out of his seat. He gestures at my sibling seriously yet totally overlooks me, considerably after I heard my mom state, â€Å"Please, simply attempt to converse with Pat† when they were contending in the kitchen. Mother puts the food on collapsing tables, sits down close to Jake, and we as a whole begin to eat. The food is magnificent, however I am the just one to say as much. Mother appears to be glad to get the commendation, saying, â€Å"Are you sure it's all right?† as she does, on the grounds that she is unassuming with regards to cooking, despite the fact that she is an incredible cook. â€Å"What do you figure the Birds will do this year, Dad?† Jake inquires. â€Å"Eight and eight,† my father answers cynically, similar to he generally does toward the start of each NFL season. â€Å"Eleven and five,† my sibling says, to which my dad shakes his head and blows air through his teeth. â€Å"Eleven and five?† my sibling asks me, and I gesture since I am idealistic, and winning eleven games would doubtlessly place the Eagles in the end of the season games. Since we have season tickets, I realize we are guaranteed play-off tickets should the Birds win a home game, and there's nothing better than an Eagles end of season game. Presently, I concede that I have not been staying aware of the Birds in the slow time of year, however when the beginning lineups are declared, I am truly amazed that huge numbers of my preferred players are no longer in the group. Duce Staley. Hugh Douglas. James Thrash. Corey Simon. All gone. I need to ask, â€Å"When? Why?† yet don't, dreading my dad and sibling will think I am not a genuine fan any longer, which they said would happen when I initially moved to Baltimore with Nikki and surrendered my season ticket. Incredibly, the Birds are likewise not playing in Veterans Stadium, yet at Lincoln Financial Field, much the same as Jake had said. By one way or another they have manufactured a whole arena since last season, and I more likely than not missed all the promotion since I was stuck in the terrible spot. In any case, something doesn't generally appear to be all in all correct to me. â€Å"Where is Lincoln Financial Field?† I attempt to ask indifferently when the plugs please after the primary arrangement. My dad turns his head and gazes at me yet doesn't respond to my inquiry. He loathes me. He looks repelled, similar to it is an errand to sit in the family room watching the game with his intellectually wrecked child. â€Å"It's in South Philadelphia, much the same as the various stadiums,† my sibling says too rapidly. â€Å"Good crotchety tidbits, Mom.† â€Å"Can you see Lincoln Financial Field from the Vet?† I inquire. â€Å"The Vet's gone,† Jake says. â€Å"Gone?† I inquire. â€Å"What do you mean, gone?† â€Å"March 21, 2004. Seven a.m. It fell like a place of cards,† my dad says without taking a gander at me, not long before sucking an orange bit of meat from a chicken bone. â€Å"Over two years ago.† â€Å"What? I was at the Vet simply last †¦Ã¢â‚¬  I stop since I begin to feel somewhat mixed up and queasy. â€Å"What year did you just say?† My dad opens his mouth to talk, however my mom cuts him off, saying, â€Å"A part has changed since you were away.† All things considered, I won't accept the Vet is gone, much after Jake recovers his PC from his vehicle and shows me a downloaded video of the Vet being imploded. Veterans Stadium †which we used to call the solid donut †falls like a hover of dominoes, dark residue fills the screen, and it makes me extremely upset to see that spot disintegrate, despite the fact that I presume that what I am seeing is a computergenerated stunt. At the point when I was a kid, my dad took me to numerous Phillies games at the Vet, and obviously there were the entirety of the Eagles games with Jake, so it is difficult to accept such a major landmark to my adolescence could be obliterated while I was in the awful spot. The video closures, and I inquire as to whether I can converse with her in the other room. â€Å"What's wrong?† she says when we arrive at the kitchen. â€Å"Dr. Patel said that my new drug may make me hallucinate.† â€Å"Okay.† â€Å"I think I just observed Veterans Stadium destroyed on Jake's computer.† â€Å"Honey, you did. It was wrecked more than two years ago.† â€Å"What year is it?† She wavers, and afterward says, â€Å"Two thousand and six.† That would make me thirty-four. Separated time would have been in progress for a long time. Unimaginable, I think. â€Å"How do I realize I am not daydreaming at this moment? How would I know you're not a mental trip? You're all visualizations! All of you!† I understand I am shouting, yet I can't resist. Mother shakes her head, attempts to contact my cheek, yet I smack her hand away and she begins crying once more. â€Å"How since quite a while ago would i say i was in the terrible spot? To what extent? Tell me!† â€Å"What's going on in there?† my dad hollers. â€Å"We're attempting to watch the game!† â€Å"Shhhh!† my mom says through tears. â€Å"How long?† I holler. â€Å"Tell him, Jeanie! Proceed! He's going to discover sooner or later!† my dad hollers from the family room. â€Å"Tell him!† I snatch my mom's shoulders, shake her so her head wobbles all finished, and holler, â€Å"How long?† â€Å"Almost four years,† Jake says. I think back behind me, and my sibling is in the kitchen entryway. â€Å"Now let go of Mom.† â€Å"Four years?† I snicker and let go of my mom's shoulders. She covers her mouth with her hands, and her eyes are loaded with pity and tears. â€Å"Why are you all pulling tricks on †â€Å" I hear my mom shout, I feel the rear of my head hit the cooler, and afterward my psyche goes clear.