Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Fini


It's done. Will post the finished pic later today.

As soon as I can figure out how to scale it all down without losing resolution. I managed to create every sign from the left field foul pole to the right field bleachers. Though the the colors and some fonts might be off just a little. (It's hard working from the few color pics of Ebbets field available) The signs may not all be correct years wise, since most of the pics I worked from were not dated. The ones I did choose seemed to be in most of the photos.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Taking a few days off

I'm going to do something that I have been wanting to do for a long time. I'm going to try and recreate all the wall advertising around Ebbets field and the scoreboard. I have a pretty good collection of pics for this project, but if you have any that you think might be unique. Feel free to contact me with what you have. The hardest part is chasing down all the fonts that will be needed. Anyway, be back in a few unless Frank or Jamie do something stupid.


Monday, November 9, 2009

Come on down!


"SHUT UP FRANK"













It was 2001, Frank McCourt had just pitched a roomful of businesspeople on his bold dream to buy the Red Sox and turn 24 acres of pavement he owned on the South Boston Waterfront into a state-of-the-art ballpark. Sensing some resistance to the idea, the silver-haired landowner agreed to sweeten the deal, and was about to offer an enticement when his wife, a blond, slender-framed woman with sharp features, cut him off.
“Shut up, Frank,’’ said Jamie McCourt.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Couldn't help but notice

 
One of the people you fired was your graphics manager. Call me Frank. I'll hook you up.

More shots fired today

















Frank shit cans a slew of Jamie's allies today. As the battle moved from the court to the stadium offices.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Iss jussa scrash. I'z OK


Padilla Shoots himself in the leg.

Spanish version

Babblefish version


The bullet wound that received the Nicaraguan thrower Vicente Padilla, was accidental, confirmed to the PRESS, the female leader of Public Relations of the Police, commissioner greater Vilma Kings. Padilla was in a firing range, located in kilometer 22, of the highway to Masaya, where apparently it fired to the target and the firearm him enconchó, referred the police spokeswoman. Apparently the wound undergone in the right leg is not of gravity, but it deserved that Padilla was taken care of in the Metropolitan hospital Vivian Pellets.