A duck snort is:
That surreal, sort of yellow color, before a thunderstorm splits.
The aloe Vera stains on your pillow case the next morning after burning your neck during a double header spent in left.
Dreaming about a plane hit a building and then seeing a second plane hit another, over and over again in your mind and each time you try to scream, but your mouth is full of sunflower seeds and Big League Chew.
Everyone screaming at Torre, because the infield’s in, and Mariano’s throwing that cutter of his.
Your father not being able to throw out the grey silk gloves that were given to him to use as a balm barer at his ex brother-in-law’s funeral.
Riding your bike, and hearing the crickets in their separate trees and as you glide past each tree, it’s like someone is playing with the volume control as their hum goes up and down and up and down.
Josh is harmlessly tossing a foul ball into the right field bleachers and then suddenly the flames along his forearms are changing colors and he’s back in his trailer hearing Daddy Daddy Daddy.
Having to tuck your batting gloves into your pockets when you’re pitching, but being able to shine your nose with SPF 30.
Watching a bee swim in a candle holder, while you hit balls off a batting tee in your backyard when the sun is rising, and wondering how Caribbean should really be pronounced.
Want to be able to do my amazing duck snort? Hold your hands to your mouth in the shape of a tepee and make the sound, duck snort.
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