Some of you loyal visitors may have noticed a change in my blog’s moniker about two weeks ago. When I began my blog way back when, I had initially intended to not only blog about ballhawking but to also weigh in on a variety of baseball topics in general, giving you my “view” both on contemporary baseball matters and my literal view from the bleachers. The Ballhawk’s View was born.

Tee-hee! Look at how cute I was back then! 13 game home runs. You rookie, former me.

A season or two and one forgotten password later, a new blog was born, and The Ballhawk’s View Part II came into existence. Around this time, my baseball thoughts (mostly complaints) were relegated to Twitter, and the blog basically died.

But now, I’m back into the swing of things and I have my eyes on the top 50 in the blogosphere. The Ballhawk’s View Part II didn’t really have a great ring to it, and I need to change that before I made my break at returning to the top 50.

I had experimented with a few different name changes, most recently 776 to 1: Beating the Odds. But why did I pick that? Some mumbo jumbo news magazine out of Las Vegas placed the odds of catching a ball at a professional baseball game at, well, 776:1. At first, I really dug that title, it had my “lucky” number 77, and those are pretty big odds. Maybe people would think I’m doing something really super-duper awesome. I left that title up for a few days but I wasn’t really feeling it. Mainly because I don’t think that figure is accurate.

While pondering potential titles, I remembered a sign that is posted all over Miller Park: The classic “Watch out for flying bats and balls” warning. I considered using exactly that, but it wasn’t too catchy or flashy. Kind of boring, actually. But I was on the right track.

Every MLB stadium has some kid of warning or cover-our-asses clause in the contract you purchase (your game ticket) to watch the game. Sometimes they post the warnings outside the gates before you enter. I figured that I’d do a little research and find some of the best of those warnings. Why? Because those warnings are cautioning against our very beloved hobby. What do all ballhawks strive to do? We want to catch that ball careening into the stands. We want that bat helicoptering right at rich stiff’s heads behind home plate. Those warnings are what WE thrive on! The search for the quirkiest, wordiest, most dangerous sounding “don’t get hit by a ball” warning was on!

It wasn’t long before I stumbled upon my friend Nick “Happy” Yohanek’s picture from a trip to Coors Field with Ballhawk Kenny Kasta. Coors Field cautions fans about …

“[I]njury resulting from the inherent dangers and risks of observing professional baseball”

That’s Ballhawk Kenny modeling the sign, and Ballhawk Happy behind the camera.

Uh… Did I miss something? Are baseballs tipped with razor blades? Do they explode on impact? Maybe the ushers come over and hit you with lead pipes if you get a souvenir. Who knows, but Coors Field makes watching baseball seem really, really dangerous. Like when you step into Coors Field you’re entering a portal to Kandahar or the Sudan…with landmines under each seat. The sign makes ballhawking sound like being “The Hurtlocker”.

So with some minor editing to accommodate length and fluidity (I just removed “and risks” and “observing”), I had myself a new blog title. Hopefully it makes me sounds like a badass. Sarcasm. But yeah, that’s the new blog title. Enjoy.

Thanks for reading, Mom and Dad! And Brooke! And everyone else!

****In all seriousness though, Coors Field is awesome from what I’ve been told. No ill will intended and any remarks were laced with sarcasm. The people were friendly, the scenery pristine and presentation beautiful. It’s a safe place. Go see games there. Spend your money there. Explore Denver and have the time of your life.****

“You can’t do that here. That’s stealing, knock it off,” a policeman in Kansas City once told me.

“That the coolest damned thing I’ve seen in a while,” an usher in Surprise, Arizona told me about it in 2012.

“It’s illegal, that is all there is to it. It’s also trespassing. If I see it again you’ll be removed from the ballpark,” a Miller Park usher told me in 2009.

“That’s pretty neat. How’d you do that?” asked a Dayton Dragons pitcher.

And finally, “Hey, do you think you could use that thing to get this ball my kid dropped a minute ago? I’ll buy you a beer or something” asked countless parents in 2010, 2011 and 2012.

They’re all talking to me about the same thing, but what is it?

An integral part of any serious “numbers-game” ballhawk’s repertoire, the glove trick can be an indispensable tool. It reaches where your hands cannot, and opens you to countless opportunities to reel in another baseball that otherwise would be impossible to obtain. Some stadiums and their staff view it as dangerous and illegal, on the same plane as lock picks and concealed weapons. Other places, like San Francisco and Atlanta, fans are encouraged to build their own and try it out behind the outfield walls. Be it theft, be it trespassing, be it genius or good clean fun, ballhawks everywhere employ the glove trick.

I’ll be honest and say that I didn’t come up with it; rather I learned it from Zack Hample. I couldn’t tell you where he learned it from, that’s on you to ask him. One thing is for sure: I’m the only ballhawk to use it regularly at Miller Park. People actually have started making spinoffs of the glove trick, none of which really work too well.

A few days ago, I was thinking about naming my glove trick, just for the hell of it. I was going to come up with some fear-inducing, overly aggressive name to brandish across the glove trick itself, a sarcastic jab at the people who call it thievery and trespassing. I’ve come up with a few things, like:

• “Seek and Destroy”
• “Ball Buster”
• “Go-Go-Gadget Criminal Trespassing”
• “The Claw”
• “Glove-on-a-noose”

I haven’t chosen a name yet, and I’m open to suggestions as well. But, as I was thinking where to write the new name, my next great glove trick idea hit me…

What if I use my glove trick as a virtual “ballhawk yearbook” of sorts?

What do I mean by that? Well, you see, whenever another ballhawk and I share the bleachers, after we initially meet or after BP I’d like them to sign my glove trick and leave an inspiring (or sarcastic, “roast of Ballhawk Shawn”-esque) comment. Kind of like the last few pages of a high school yearbook, yeah?

So beginning in 2013 Spring Training, any ballhawk who I’m ballhawking in the same stadium with will be welcomed to sign my glove and write me a little message, to give me courage, make me laugh or just plain ol’ remember you by. I hope to have a glove full of graffiti by the end of next season!

PS: I’ll be completely dumping my current glove trick for a newer (but actually older glove), stealthier model. It’ll be a black glove with a black string, made of Army 550 parachute cord as suggested by Rocco Sinisi.

Thanks for reading!

-Shawn

Every winter holiday shopping season, for two days, the Brewers choose to open the depths of Miller Park in an effort of offload past-its-prime merchandise at semi-acceptable prices during the “Clubhouse Sale”. You can find things like Joe Winklesas and Manny Parra shirseys, and if you’re lucky, you can even find a 1980-something set of game used jockstraps. Well, maybe that’s a little harsh. Scratch that, it is too harsh.

 The annual Clubhouse Sale is, in exception to Opening Day and Fan Fest, my favorite Brewers event. Essentially, they round up all the older and soon-to-be-outdated-but-still-fashionable merchandise and slash the prices to near and in some cases sub-retail levels. Now that’s just half the draw, the other (kind of) neat thing is that the sale takes place completely inside one of the clubhouses. What they don’t tell you, unless you’re asking for directions and are going to rely on the signs posted above the door, is that it’s the visiting clubhouse. It doesn’t detract from the fun, for me at least.

 I’d been eagerly waiting for this event since the close of the regular season, putting a few dollars aside here and there hoping to grab something worthwhile when the time eventually arrived.

The Clubhouse Sale is, rightfully so, a very popular event and draws a huge crowd for the first few hours. One of the ways the Brewers had been keeping the sale “fair” was staggering the stocking of popular items. When the good stuff was gone, it wouldn’t be restocked for a few hours to give people at work or students a fair shake at getting their hands on it as well. I’ll spare you the time, and say it out front: they didn’t do that this year.

 I had taken the day off, a Friday, from work so I could try and be near the front of the line. “Gates”, as I fondly and inaccurately refer to them, were scheduled to open at 8am sharp. My wonderful mother and I rolled up at quarter of 7 and saw this line waiting:

Waiting in line was about as fun as that picture made it look. It was cold and windy and wet and cold and rainy and cold and stupid. And did I mention it was cold? Roughly 30 minutes passed and the line began moving inside the doors and paraded to the elevators.

Between them, the two elevators could probably hold about 30 people, so when you got downstairs, you were only vying for a spot with 29 other goofballs. By some fortunate twist, my mother and I were the last ones on the elevator of our segment in line, so we were the first two people off. When we exited the elevator, we saw this:

That’s the underbelly of Miller Park. The field is way to the left and Canal Street is to the right. On game day the players enter straight to the right:

On the way down the hallway, there were a few things that I made a point to stop and take a look at. You may have noticed a yellow line going along the wall. That’s “the line” and if you cross it, you truly experience the wrath of Wilford Brimley V2.0: Miller Park Usher. Don’t step over that line! </sarcasm> But serious, for whatever reason people were really pushy about staying  inside the yellow line, even though there weren’t any forklifts or pallet jacks going around.

There was basketball hoop, maybe for the players, but more than likely for the warehouse guys.

 

There was a menu for game day food prices, but it’s what the employees pay. Are you ready to be enraged? Think about this next time you stop at a Miller Park concession stand:

And finally here’s a sign about “if you see something, say something” which I’m convinced is to remind security to watch out for ballhawks (Kidding. Half way…)

Just past the see something/say something sign was the very beginning of the line. Just around the corner was the door to the clubhouse.

You walk down this hallway,

and eventually turn a corner, walk down another hallway, and it just so happens you walk right by the bathroom. See anything wrong with this picture? Check the mirror:

They stick the coaches in what seems like a janitors closet.

And about 30 feet after passing the bathroom, you see this (borrowed picture):

In my shopping frenzy, I didn’t think to stop and snap my own picture of the clubhouse or the racks within, so I had to borrow that picture off the Brewers MLBlog. This picture was taken 2 days before the sale opened, and one day before there was a special 100 person, exclusive presale. I didn’t even see anything on that table of helmets, or the table of large posters. That’s how quickly it went.

As soon as I got in, I went grabbing for anything that looked cool. It was kind of a free-for-all. My most recent obsession is baseball print ads. I’m postering my entire bedroom with posters and pictures, so I was hoping they’d have something like that available. Boy, did I ever hit the jackpot! First, I went for the signs and print ads, and picked up this generic All Star Game uniform ad, in triplicate:

Then my eyes light up when I dug these bad boys out of the pile. “Wear Your All Star” ads featuring David Ortiz, and a personal favorite of mine, Jose Bautista. I bought two Bautistas and one Ortiz, that’s all they had:

Then gathered a few general Brewers merchandise signs to take up space on my walls in my bedroom:

And, the pièce de résistance, this AWESOME 6 1/2 foot by 4 foot banner, now hanging on my wall:

And for apparel, you can’t go wrong with the Nike Dri-Fit line. It’s my preferred ballhawking attire. The thermal long sleeve will be perfect for April or September ballhawking, and the tee shirts for the middle months of the season.

Before you entered the line to check out, there was one more opportunity for an impulse buy, which I indulged upon. Media guides and yearbooks! If you’ve got the 2012 Brewers media guide, turn to page 72 and you’ll see my picture! I’m in red, being sprayed with champagne by Yovani Gallardo! I had to buy a few.

At a stand down the hallway, you could purchase your last name and number in the Brewers uniform lettering, to put onto a blank uniform. I bought my last name and “lucky” number, and a few authenticated champagne bottles used after winning the NLDS in 2011. (I had to borrow the picture of the champagne bottles. For some reason I don’t have a picture of them on my phone at the moment)

And last but not least, but also lacking pictures, was the “scratch and dent” table. It was the Brewers last-ditch effort to squeeze a little cash out of me. It was basically a table full of things that were defective, returned or stained. I managed to grab a few gems out of the pile of garbage. A brand new Lucroy player tee, with a 1×1 screen printing stain near the buttock for $1 and an originally $220 Brewers road alternate “Milwaukee” variant jersey. What’s wrong with the jersey, you ask? It was originally made to be Jeff Bianchi’s, but they spelled his name wrong, and it read “B I A C H I”. I figured I might as well bite on it for $5. My thought was that someday eventually I’ll get something cool from a Brewer that wears #14, which displays on the front as well as the back. I’ll be able to get the item, be it a bat, a game home run, sweatbands or something framed with the jersey, the misspelled name hidden on the back!

Other than the above mentioned items, I purchased a few tank tops and a “curse the Cubs” shirt for my mom and girlfriend.

And, with that my retail experience was over. That’s all I bought, and would you believe it, I ended up spending less than $200. Not bad, eh? But what a waste it would be to have this exclusive access to the bowels of Miller Park and not wander a little bit? Here’s what I found…

They’ve got a big wall dedicated to prevention of Alcohol compliance violations. There’s a case with some confiscated ID’s on them. Most of them were just straight fakes, the kids on them looked not a day over 16, but there were a few actual ID’s, probably sold to younger people. This one was my favorite though:

 

Yep. Someone tried to use it, and got caught, at Miller Park. Here are a few posted signs that were inside the clubhouse.

 

And lastly and probably of least importance to you, when I finished inside, I took a walk around the back of the ballpark.

I found this, and it scares me. They’re breaking ground dangerously close to my season seat location. I don’t know what the hell they’re doing or when it will be done, but I’m afraid my seat may be affected, or movement from the RF bleachers to the LF bleachers may be cut off…

 

PS, I urge all you generous donors to renew your pledge to PIFB! Contact me via Twitter if you’d like to renew!

THANKS FOR READING!

Hey, everybody! It’s been quite a long time since I’ve blogged, and I understand that it’s going to be tough to earn all you guys and gals back as loyal readers and critics. However, I think this blog will be a nice piece of news for you to chew on.

Earlier this year, while eagerly awaiting my Spring Training trip, my mind was utterly obsessed with ballhawking and baseball daydreams. I couldn’t quite conjure up a train of thought that didn’t eventually snake back to ballhawking or baseball. While I was exploring possibilities to take my blog and persona to the next level (many of which obviously didn’t come to fruition), it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Mateo Fischer, Zack Hample, Wayne Peck, James Connaroe and several other ballhawks are helping various causes with an X-per-baseball charitable promise program. Essentially, for every baseball the ballhawk tracks down, donors will donate some pocket change, pledge to use less CO2, etc. Then, it hit me…

I could follow suit with other influential ballhawks and fashion a pledge-per-ball charity!

Here’s a brief overview of how it worked: a few of my blog readers, Twitter followers and ballpark friends all chipped in a few cents per baseball, and even cooler, several dollars per game home run.

While I explored a few local opportunities and had my preferences on what causes to support, every road seemed like a dead end. While I didn’t want to ride anyone’s coat tails (namely Zack Hample), and certainly wanted to be original and shed light on causes people seldom think about, I was eventually lead back to a great cause in the form of Pitch In For Baseball.

Who or what is Pitch in for Baseball, you ask? One can reasonably infer that its baseball related. Indeed. But what do they do? Here’s an excerpt from their website:

“Kids all over the world enjoy the game of baseball. And through Pitch In For Baseball, even kids in impoverished communities can get the chance to play this wonderful game.

The communities we serve often are struggling for their basic needs. We want to make sure that the kids in those communities aren’t overlooked”

Long story short, they give baseball equipment to underprivileged kids the world over. What’s not to love about that cause?  So with one fleeting blog entry and a short email chain later, it was official. PIFB, several generous donors and I would be working together in 2012!  

With all pledges tallied, each ball I grabbed in 2012 was worth $1.67. Each game home run was worth an additional $9.

During my 2012 regular season campaign, I wrangled 212 baseballs, 8 of them being game home runs (Jose Altuve, Buster Posey, Brett Lawrie, Ryan Braun, Prince Fielder, Corey Hart, Lucas Duda, Brett Wallace).

Let’s do a little math here…

212 baseballs times $1.67 comes out to $354.04
+
8 game home runs times $9 comes out to and additional $72
+
One final addition of my section’s usher’s donation of $20

Drum roll, please! Together, Pitch in for Baseball, my generous donors and I raised…

 $446.04!!!!!!!

THAT IS AWESOME!

I’d like to thank everyone involved in the whole project this season. Pitch in for Baseball was great to work with, Zack Hample was more than happy to share his charitable territory with me, several ballplayers who tossed me baseballs solely because of the charity (namely Joel Hanrahan, pictured below) and of course, the generous donors.

Together, we raised enough to put 2 complete teams of Little Leaguers back on the field.

Oh yeah, there was still enough left over after that to outfit another entire infield of kids with equipment!

WOW! All I can say is thanks to everyone involved and who helped with making this a very successful 2012 ballhawking campaign. To the donors, I’ll be contacting you each individually with your personal tallies and what you’re slated to donate.

Lastly, I’d like to announce nice and early this off season, I’ll be working with PIFB again in 2013! I urge those of you to renew your pledges for next season, or tweak them as you please.

Thanks again, and see you in 2013!

 

A long while ago, Major League Baseball had announced that in 2012, the All Star festivities and the right to host them were awarded to the Kansas City Royals. When the announcement was made, I was just off of a trip to the recently renovated Kauffman stadium. It was beautiful, empty, cheap and ballhawk-friendly. If my family was going to put the time, effort and money into the one-in-a-lifetime trip that is the All Star Game, we would want it to be in a place like Kansas City. Fast forward a few daydream and baseball-filled years, and I found myself here:

Splendid Kauffman Stadium.

Before we get too deep into this entry, I’ll let you know that this isn’t going to be very interesting or eventful. All of the day’s ballhawking action took place during a roughly 15 minute stretch. The rest of the day’s events were centered on (shamelessly) corporate sponsored events. There simply wasn’t too much going on.

With that out of the way, I’d like to introduce you to my traveling party. From here on out, if you catch me using “we” or “us”, I’m referring to the people in the picture below:

From right to left, you see: Susan, my awesome mother, Brooke, my wonderful girlfriend, and boring ol’ me. My father, for whatever reason, chose to forego this trip

Soon after that picture was taken, we retreated to our hotel, which was just across the street and got a good night’s sleep. The next morning, we gathered these:

…and were on our way. Upon pulling into the parking lot, a few things jumped out at us. First off, parking for the Futures Game was only $10. Compare that to your local MLB parking rates.

Secondly, there was a small shanty-like town set up in a corner of the parking lot. There weren’t refugees living there, rather the production vans and trailers of media outlets. Check out all the fencing, trailers and boxes:

When we finally parked and made our way to the concourse, we stumbled upon a few (hundred) concession workers waiting to enter the ballpark:

Along the outer concourse of the stadium were these large, square canvas directories. They had arrows pointing in every direction, for every different event.

Here’s a close up of the map, which was located exactly between gate D and gate E:

See that big blue area titled “MLB & KANSAS CITY HOSPITALITY”? Well, it wasn’t very hospitable. In fact, it was rather inhospitable. Here’s what it actually was:

Just a big, fenced-off circus tent-like area, with several stages set up inside the tents. I don’t exactly know what was going on inside them. Possibly the “studio” for some telecasts or a meeting/relaxation area for players and their families. Later on, after the Home Run Derby and All Star Game, there were concerts being played inside the tents by (really crappy, boring) bands.

Soon, we wandered into the team store. Things weren’t TOO overpriced; they did have a decent markup, but nothing that was incredibly ridiculous. Here’s a picture I took of the player tee wall, which was never really restocked. [RANT] If you’re going to have 2387549987 larges and extra larges left over at the end of the day, and not a single damn medium available, ORDER LESS LARGES AND XXXXLS AND MORE SMALLS AND MEDIUMS! [/rant]:

Remember that big canvas map that I showed you a few paragraphs ago? And how it had a little area called “All Star Sponsor Zone”? That’s where we headed next. It wasn’t anything too special, and I think we got there a little early, as nothing seemed to be set up to completion. Here’s the entrance:

There were a few outer tents surrounding a mostly open area of parking lot. There weren’t many promotional items available, other than smaller-than-shot-glass sized cups of Pepsi and a Budweiser “I’m a GOOD SPORT for being the D.D.” shirt.

One of the cooler things taking place in the sponsor zone was a Habitat for Humanity build, I’m assuming to benefit Joplin residents. It was merely the skeleton of a home, but it was definitely taking shape. MLB wanted to make sure that Kauffman Stadium was associated with the build:

After we finished at the sponsorship area excursion, I ran into a friend of mine just outside the ticket windows. Here’s CBS baseball writer and MLB Network’s Jon Heyman.

Jon’s my favorite sportswriter. Earlier this year during Spring Training, I spotted Jon at a Rangers game, and asked to have my picture taken with him. He was rather surprised and asked if I was joking. Well, the same thing happened again this time.

“Jon, do you have time to take a picture with me?”

Looking rather surprised, Heyman responded, “You want me to take a picture of you guys?”

“No, Jon. I’d like my picture WITH you”

“Oh, uh… um, yeah sure?”

“Jon, you and I took a picture this year before,”

“Oh yeah, down at the Rangers. We took a picture at the Rangers game.”

To my surprise, Heyman remembered exactly where we were and when we took the picture together. He asked my name, thanked ME, and shook my hand. How cool! A few days later, I tweeted to Jon to thank him, and he thanked me back!

There was a random Japanese media event going on. The female “stars” of the filming were dressed really hipster-y.

We watched the World team’s bus arrive, and consequently every player decline to sign a single autograph:

But, before we knew it, it was time for the gates to open. Just outside of the Left Field gate, I met up with Kansas City’s ballhawk, Garrett Meyer. I didn’t get a picture with him, but he’s a good ballhawk buddy of mine.

The line wasn’t too, too long behind us (we were first!) so batting practice wasn’t very crowded, either. The first order of business for Garrett and I were to try and track down a Futures Game commemorative baseball. The closest players were Chris Reed and Kyle Lotzkar, representing The UK and Canada, respectively.

Mister Reed elected to throw the ball, once they were finished, to a pudgy little kid a few sections to the left of Garrett and I. When the kid walked away, I saw him manipulate the ball in his glove, and it was indeed commemorative. The race was on! I had to get one!

In this next picture, note the dispersion of fans. Everyone and their grandmother rushed the front row, all the way around the seating bowl. It may not have been crowded, but most of the “good spots” were taken.

Batting practice was a pretty weak showing. Though they may be tomorrow’s super stars, they’re still today’s minor leaguers. There weren’t many baseballs hit into the bleachers, but I did manage to get one of the bullpen catchers to toss me a futures game commemorative ball. Not 5 minutes later, Mariners prospect Taijuan Walker blindly tossed a ball into the stands, right at myself, Brooke and my mother. Here’s what resulted:

The Futures Game itself was also rather boring. The USA routed the World team by double digits. There were 13 countries and territories represented, and there was a flag for each one of them during the pregame ceremony:

After the Futures Game concluded, the Taco Bell Legends and Celebrity Softball Game was beginning to be set up. Long story short, it’s a bunch of grandpas and sitcom actors playing a women’s sport. I didn’t have much interest in staying or watching it. We retreated to our hotel room, where I took a picture of the view with one of the day’s commemorative baseballs:

 

The next day would bring the Home Run Derby, where I made a pretty good catch! Come back soon to read all about it! If you’re a fan of game home runs or Prince Fielder, you’ll LOVE my next entry. Hopefully, I haven’t given away too much info!

Stats:

2 Baseballs

Both thrown

Both comemmorative

That’s right, I’ll be attending the Futures game, the Home Run Derby, Workout day, the All Star Game and everything in between! I know I’ve not blogged as much as I want to this season, for many reasons, but I’ll be recapping the week’s events here. Check back for updates, stories, pictures, autographs, baseballs and all the good stuff!

-Shawn

For several years now, I’ve been looking for a way to promote my blog and twitter accounts while I ballhawk. Lots of people are interested I what I do at the park, and people aren’t shy about asking me about myself and what I do. While word of mouth is the best form of advertising, it has its pitfalls. I don’t like talking to many people while I’m doing my thing. I’ll talk freely to you if, and only if:

1. You’re in uniform, baseball or military,
2. You’re a ballhawk I respect,
3. You’re a stadium worker I respect,
4. You’re under the age of 12 and want to talk ballhawking.

I’m not a hardass or anything; I just like to stay focused. If anything, I’m the complete opposite of a hardass. Before gates open, I’ll blab your ears off and you’ll in all probability avoid me the next time you see me. I’m fairly confident that I’m a pretty nice fella. But, once those gates open, I like to let my resume do my talking for me. Focus and visualization are the name of the game, and it’s tough to do either while carrying on 5 or 6 different conversations simultaneously. Speak softly and carry a big, well… baseball collection.

Now that I’ve probably come off as a jerk and offended you, I’d like to ask you a favor. I need YOUR help designing my ballhawking T-shirt. After much thought and deliberation, it has been established that one of the most efficient means of purveying my blog and charitable activity would be a custom made t-shirt. However, designing this shirt is rather open-ended. I could put an endless amount of things on the shirt, and I don’t quite know where to start. Here are the criteria I’ve outlined so far. The shirt must:

• Be a t-shirt. No softball sleeves.
• Be a neutral color, as to be worn while ballhawking both teams.
• Be a bright color, as to be noticeable on television or in a big crowd.
• Have my blog address and Twitter handle somewhere on the back.
• Also make reference to my work with PIFB this season.

That’s all.

So, send me some suggestions in regards to color schemes, fonts, font size, taglines, design, what it should say on the front/back, etc.

THANKS!

 

IJNIPlay