May 4, 2012
Boston, Massachusetts

Inside the GNC store I staked my place in front of an unattended six-foot table wrapped with an electric green and white MusclePharm-branded skirt. A handful of customers milled about, browsing shelves of aggressively marketed pills and powders that promised to make you bigger, faster, stronger, longer. They seemed to be there to shop, oblivious to the evening’s event, a free autograph signing with New England Patriots tight end Aaron Hernandez. He was due in twenty minutes. I was the first—and only—person in line.

Matt Raymond and Aaron Hernandez

Matt Raymond and Aaron Hernandez

To my right a hastily photocopied black and white flyer in a plastic stand sat on a shelf announcing the event. Someone had scribbled out ‘May 4’ and had handwritten “TODAY!”. I looked around at the near empty store. I wasn’t sure the word was getting out. The fine print on the flyer outlined the terms of the signing. An autographed 8×10 was complimentary and required no purchase. But buy any MusclePharm product (except MuscleGel, a low ticket item) and Hernandez would sign any item of your choice. The most inexpensive qualifying product I found was a 300g container of MusclePharm Creatine for $27.99. I would be going home with a free photo.

Three pumped up brand representatives walked through the door and began to unpack heavy stacks of 8x10s and wallpaper-sized posters of Hernandez. Moments later they were greeted by the store manager and for the next several minutes they brainstormed how to increase foot traffic to the signing. The winning idea: a store clerk and one MusclePharm rep would stand on the sidewalk and look for patrons wearing Patriots gear. Once they spotted someone, they would inform that person about the signing.

Speaking as a marketer, this was a shitty idea.

“I think it’s really going to pick up once more people get out of work,” said the manager. “As you can see nobody’s here yet.”

I’m here, I said.

The manager spun his head and pointed a thumb over his shoulder, “Well, we got one person here.”

I suggested to the MusclePharm sales manager—a young man in his twenties who was clearly also a client—that they drag a couple of the mobile product stands out to the sidewalk and tape posters of Hernandez to each side. Then write “FREE Aaron Hernandez signing NOW” across them. That’s a good idea, he said before returning to folding his shirt sleeves precisely around his biceps.
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There’s one obstacle even the most experienced, creative and reckless autograph collector can’t entirely overcome—Mother Nature. Here in New England, we graph all four seasons (sometimes in the same month) and the climate plays a far greater role than I’d prefer. Wherever you are you’ll have to contend with weather and its impact on your autograph opportunities. This guide will help you improve your chances of coming away with positive results no matter the forecast.

Rain/Snow
Simply put, rain is kryptonite to graphers. Even a mist will leave water marks on your pictures. If you decide to venture out, stick to non-photo items like balls/bats/helmets which can be dried without incurring much damage. It’s likely the signature will be pocked by raindrops but it’s better than nothing (maybe). Also, I suggest prioritizing your efforts. If you’re graphing a sports team consider targeting only a few guys. Juggling multiple items in the rain only increases your exposure risk. You’ll want to keep items concealed until the very last moment to mitigate the effects of the weather. A reader suggested a golf umbrella to ward off the precipitation. This may work if you have the personal space and dexterity but it’s going to be nearly impossible to manage in a crowd and it won’t make you any friends.

Wind
More often than any other condition, I’ve been caught unprepared for a windy day. But for graphers and sailboat captains alike, it’s critical to know if it’s going to be blustery. I recommend using photo corners to secure your pictures to a cardboard backer (many collectors use this method at all times). I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen photos blown down the sidewalk or worse—bent over a thumb as you try to put a signed picture flapping in the wind back into your folder. The prep work is well worth it. Wind can be unpredictable and can be affected by your immediate environment. Especially in urban settings, buildings can create tunnels and all it takes is one gust for you to lose your item at an extremely inopportune time.

Heat
If you collect in person you know it’s a waiting game that often goes into overtime. Throw a water bottle in your bag and stay hydrated, wear a hat and dress in layers. I suggest applying sunscreen before you head out and washing your hands completely before handling your items. A stick-based sunscreen (I like this one) is best for reapplying without residue. You may also want to pack a clean hand towel to mop up sweat that can do the same damage to your item as any other type of moisture. I sweated on this soccer ball for an hour during a humid 95-degree day in Boston before Wayne Rooney signed it. I had come from the office and was sweating through my pants and drying the ball off on my undershirt—it wasn’t my proudest moment. And one more thing, I’m not kidding, rotate yourself. When we graph we’re typically focused in one direction and you don’t want a half tan.

Cold
I’ve lived in Massachusetts for almost 31 years and the 6-month winters never get easier. Wear one more layer than you think you need and pay special attention to your extremities—a knit hat, two pairs of socks and gloves (I suggest  a pair designed for runners which are thin but warm—I have these) are necessities. Also, be careful of paint pens as I’ve found they are much less reliable in cold conditions and take longer to dry.

How do you manage Mother Nature while graphing?

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In the quarterly “Class Review” I’ll recap my autograph-related activities of the past three months. Rather than publishing a new post every time I obtain an autograph or meet someone, I’ll include the highlights here. You’ll also find links to recent blog posts so you can easily see what you may have missed. If you have an interest in getting a more real-time view, please “Like” the Autograph University Facebook page and follow me on Twitter.

Dirk Nowitzki autographed 8x10

Dirk Nowitzki autographed 8x10

January 5,2012
The Ultimate List of Autograph Resources on the Web

January 9, 2012
Autograph Adventures – Magic Johnson

January 11, 2012
Graphed Dirk Nowitzki of the Dallas Mavericks

January 12, 2012
My New Year’s Resolution: Autograph Edition

January 14-15, 2012
Graphed several players including Shabazz Muhammed, Kyle Anderson and Jabari Parker at the 2012 Hoop Hall Classic

January 18, 2012
Police Threaten Autograph Collectors with Arrest at Hoop Hall Classic

January 22, 2012
How to Request Autographs Through the Mail (TTM)

February 2, 2012
Autograph Adventures – Charles Barkley

February 12, 2012
Matt Raymond Talks In Person Graphing on the Indy Autograph Podcast

February 14, 2012
Do You Collect Autographs of Assholes?

February 15, 2012
Graphed Brandon Knight and Greg Monroe of the Detroit Pistons.

February 20, 2012
The Best Way to Store Your Autographed Photos

February 27, 2012
Submit Your Story for the Autograph University Yearbook (still accepting entries!)

March 5, 2012
Autograph Adventures – Tyler Seguin
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Thanks to the guys at Cardboard Connection Radio for having me on their show Wednesday night—it was a lot of fun. I encourage you to check out the archived episode which is posted below (my interview starts at 16:00). We talked about the 2012 Autograph University Yearbook, I shared some stories and gave away a Carl Crawford autographed photo to a lucky listener. Let me know what you think of the interview.Submit Your Story for the 2012 Autograph University Yearbook

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March 27, 2012
Boston, Massachusetts

Hundreds of anxious fans lined the sidewalk in front of Suffolk University’s Ford Hall. Behind the theater, there was just one. Searching for a stage entrance I walked up an alley-sized street in the shadow of the State House. Up ahead, a skinny young brunette in a pencil skirt peeked nervously from behind an unmarked door. Her attention was directed toward the far end of the road and didn’t notice my approach. I asked her if she was expecting him soon.

Bill Murray autographed 8x10

Bill Murray autographed 8x10

He was one of my comedy idols. He was Bill Murray.

“Uh, yes,” she said hesitantly. She righted herself. “Who are you? What are you doing back here?”

“Just passing through,” I told her before reaching the end of the street and ducking around a corner. There I found another collector who had been staked out with a copy of Quick Change on Laserdisc.

A man of many moods, a meeting with Murray was by no means predictable. What was certain was his well-known reputation as a rough signer. Even with our small numbers, the odds were long. With a half-hour to go before the panel discussion he was in town to moderate, we watched a trio of police officers arrive at our corner which only made me feel worse. It was one thing to sidestep a college stage manager. It was quite another to circumvent the cops.

Just before 6 p.m. a white Lexus sedan rolled to the corner. The rear passenger window rolled down and Murray’s index finger poked out at us.

“Get these guys out of here! I don’t want to see these guys!” he yelled to the cops.

My shoulders shrugged. My heart sank. My hope vanished.

“No, see he’s joking,” the other collector said, ensuring the officers could hear. “He’s got a smile on his face.”

With only a sliver of confidence restored, we approached the car which had pulled up to the unmarked door. The street was only slightly wider than the vehicle and had no sidewalk. We called out to Murray from several yards beyond the trunk as he unfolded himself from the backseat. With one step he’d be inside the building. He chatted excitedly with the welcoming committee and hovered near the stage door which was opened toward us. Our pleas went unheard or ignored. He momentarily dropped out of view then reemerged. Time was running out. I had heard him mention in a Howard Stern interview that he didn’t mind signing autographs for fans but didn’t appreciate the “professionals”. In one last ditch effort I tried to communicate that I wasn’t the latter.

“Mr. Murray, I’m a huge fan—you can personalize it!”

Breaking away from the pack, he took two steps toward me then stopped. His eyes rolled. “Oh, blow me with the personalization!”

He grabbed my Sharpie and scribbled his name across my 8×10. I asked him again to personalize but he ignored my request and proceeded to sign the Laserdisc. I fumbled the camera out of my pocket. Murray pointed to the cops, “You want to hit some guys tonight? Ask these guys, they know where everyone is in this town.” He turned back toward the door, his arm extended behind him to hand back my pen.

I urgently requested a picture with him and was again ignored. Juggling the signed photo and camera I reached for the Sharpie and watched helplessly as it bounced off my fingers and fell to the pavement.

“Oops,” Murray said flatly.

Then he was gone. He was exactly as expected. Enigmatic. Schizophrenic. One part Frank Cross, one part Ernie McCracken and, thankfully, one part Bob Wiley.

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Minor league pitcher turned major league author Dirk Hayhurst takes readers inside the clubhouse and inside the mind of a professional athlete. His New York Times bestselling memoir, Bullpen Gospels, tells the story of a ballplayer pursuing his dream of playing big league ball while his own demons give chase. Through it all Hayhurst keeps his sense of humor and, more importantly, maintains a perspective on what is truly meaningful in his life. His recently released follow-up, Out of My League, continues his journey and earned him a second call-up to the bestseller list.

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In this interview with Autograph University, Hayhurst shares his thoughts on signing autographs, our celebrity-obsessed culture, and the distinction of getting a Garfoose.

Autograph University: Tell me about the first time someone asked you for your autograph and how it made you feel.

Dirk Hayhurst: First time I can remember since turning pro was the first time I walked out onto the field as a Eugene (Oregon) Emerald. That was Short Season A Ball with the San Diego Padres organization. I believe I was 22 at the time. When the kids ran down to me, I thought they all knew exactly who I was, my whole back story, that I was going to be a future big leaguer. It was a very surreal feeling. Like the way I stretched my name across ticket stubs and programs was more than just ink, but some form of baptism. I was pretty impressed by it.

AU: Which athletes did you look up to as a kid and whom have you asked for an autograph?

DH: I’ve idolized many of the great pitchers. Never cared too much for hitters. I asked Hoffman for his autograph. Maddux and Peavy, as well as several others… I don’t care too much for the balls. It’s the memory it represents. It’s a little shrine to a time we shared together occupying the same space. We were teammates once—more than simply numbers on a roster, but human beings that had a relationship to one another. That’s what those things mean to me when I see them. I don’t find joy in collecting dead items, but to me, those things are still very much alive.

AU: What memorabilia have you collected over your career and what are your plans for it?

DH: I have some signed baseballs, a few jerseys. No cards, no bats. I give some of it away to charity auctions or close friends—all but what has something meaningful to me. I don’t like to spend time accumulating stuff that doesn’t mean much to me just so I can tell other people I have it. I got to play the game for a living, which has sated most of my desires for memorabilia since the experience of playing is something most people will never get to collect. I think that’s really why I hold onto anything—it has somehow helped me collect an experience I don’t want to lose.

AU: Many athletes have a set of autograph signing rules—whether self-imposed or part of contract terms—about where, when and what they sign and whom they sign for. What are your autograph signing rules?

DH: I don’t really have any rules. I’m not famous enough to have to worry about coming up with such things. It’s still a treat for me when people want me to sign something for them. I suppose if I was at dinner or with family or in a situation where it would be terribly rude to drop what I was doing and tend to autograph requests, I might say “Sorry, I can’t right now.” Fortunately, I don’t see that happening. I sign until I don’t have any more time to.

AU: One of your autograph variations includes a sketch of the Garfoose. How did that invention because part of your autograph and how do you decide when to include it?

DH: In baseball, you can either become famous for doing the same things other people do, only better, or by doing things no one else does. It’s amazing how many people choose the former over the latter. There is some back story to The Garfoose, but, suffice to say, I decided to draw it on fan swag because it made both the fan and myself happy to do it. It made me special. Over the years, you realize that most fans, and most autograph hunters, don’t see you, the players, as terribly unique outside of where you fit in their collections. In some ways, it’s dehumanizing to be a check off in a collection. In other ways, it’s a great opportunity to do something that will make you stand out in said collection. No use getting into an existential crisis about it all, there will always be autograph hunters so you might as well give them something fun to hunt. I made up the Garfoose for that very reason. Anyone can get a signature, but not just anyone can get a Garfoose.
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A post on Dallas Latos’s So I Married a Baseball Player… blog in which she shares her perspective on autograph collectors has sparked an emotional dialogue with the autograph community. In the article, the wife of Reds pitcher Mat Latos is critical of “eBayers” and those who obtain autographs outside visiting teams hotels.

The response from collectors has been spirited but mixed. Most share Dallas’s annoyance with the aggressive behavior of those who obtain autographs for financial gain and agree with her call for better etiquette among autograph seekers (myself included).

However, I’ve observed three points of contention in the post. The first is Dallas’s categorization of in person collectors who wait at hotels for autograph opportunities as “yucky” and identifies “almost all” of them as eBayers. The validity of her opinion can’t be argued—it’s her own and she gives examples of negative experiences which would lead most anyone to label these individuals as such. In my experience, however, most in person collectors act with civility and respect. Like many hobbyists who wait on public sidewalks in front of hotels and do not sell autographs, I deal with the frustration of being stereotyped unfairly as a dealer based on the actions of the loud minority Dallas describes.

Next, many collectors’ experiences attempting to get Mat Latos’s autograph appear to be at odds with how Dallas positions her husband as a willing signer. I can’t comment on this from first-hand experience as I’ve never met Mat but the perception of him as a very difficult signature to obtain is overwhelming. I would love the opportunity to interview Mat about his signing rules and experiences with autograph collectors.

The third point that has sparked debate is the issue of privacy in public settings. There will forever be a variance in the definition of what constitutes private time when a ballplayer is away from the park. There are some universal rules like approaching players with family or while eating dinner, but other situations fall into a grey area. Many fans and collectors alike think that being approached for an autograph in public spaces comes with choosing a public profession (e.g., professional athlete). Again, Dallas’ perspective as a family member is understandable and, to her credit, she outlines an example of when it is ok to approach a ballplayer in public.

Comments on Dallas’s blog are being moderated by a member of the Cincinnati Reds organization and it’s yet to be approved so I’m posting it below:
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March 4, 2012
Boston, Massachusetts

If you’ve been to a general admission show you know there’s only one way to ensure a spot up front—be one of the first to arrive. With this in mind I scheduled an alarmingly early Sunday wake-up call to see the hottest ticket in town. The Linsanity Tour had stopped in Boston and I needed a front row seat.

After absorbing an elbow to the ribs from Mrs. Raymond, I dragged myself out of bed, into the chilly winter air, and onto the Mass Pike. Ten minutes later I pulled my car up to one of several open parking meters outside the Boston Public Garden. It was that early.

Iman Shumpert autographed 8x10

Iman Shumpert autographed 8x10

I arrived at the Knicks team hotel moments later. A dozen collectors stood corralled out front. I joined the standing room crowd, relegated to the fourth row. I was late.

As we waited a fellow collector entertained me with war stories from a recent adventure to New York City. He detailed his adventures over two days of graphing talk shows and premieres. Adjectives used to describe NYC’s resident graphers included “crazy” and “scary”. Nouns included “animals”. I said I looked forward to experiencing it one day. He said a guy like me wouldn’t survive.

Knicks finally began to trickle from the hotel. Rookie guard Iman Shumpert came out early and signed everything, including my 8×10. A few other first bus passengers signed including Mike Bibby and Landry Fields but I had nothing for them. The real prizes—Carmelo Anthony, Amare Stoudemire and Jeremy Lin—were on bus two which typically left about an hour later. A graph from any one of them would warm up the brisk morning quite a bit.

Surprisingly, the crowd hadn’t grown much since I arrived. Our graphing mosh pit filled out by only a few more members. On the opposite side of the hotel doorway a few bystanders tipped off about Lin’s arrival fingered point and shoots. Two hours of chatter suddenly fell silent.

Amare Stoudemire autographed 8x10

Amare Stoudemire autographed 8x10

Amare was the first of the big three to appear and the mob surged toward him, taking me with it like a wave. Still four-deep I craned my arm over the front rows hoping to get my photo within his radius. My height (taller than the average grapher) coupled with his (taller than the average NBA player) made getting the signature painless, and Amare accommodated everyone he could reach, which was everyone. It was my second time getting his autograph and it was, admittedly, not as exciting as the first. But an addict knows actions are driven less by desire than need. Another player I had graphed before but needed again was Carmelo, but first I would get to experience Linsanity.
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February 27, 2012
Boston, Massachusetts

I had never been to an autograph signing where women outnumbered the men. There’s a first time for everything.

A gaggle of college girls skipped out on afternoon classes to meet Bruins phenom and hockey hunk Tyler Seguin at the AT&T store in Downtown Crossing. They were joined in line by the usual suspects—I among them—hoping for a scribble to add to our collection (or, in some cases, our inventory).

Matt Raymond and Tyler Seguin

Matt Raymond and Tyler Seguin

An hour ago the appearance wasn’t even on my radar. My post-lunch procrastination led me to the Autograph University Facebook page where an AU reader (thanks Paula!) had posted the following compelling—yet vague—intel: “Tyler Seguin today in downtown for FREE!!!”

You now have my attention.

After coming up dry on Google I took to Twitter in an attempt to pinpoint the time and location of Seguin’s appearance. A follower replied to my tweet in minutes and referred me to an AT&T store in the Boston area. The Downtown Crossing site was the first I called and the rep confirmed the event.

“He just walked in the door,” he said. “There are at least 80 people here.”

Seguin was scheduled to sign for two hours, plenty of time to get through those in line and any others who beat me to the store. I had time but I didn’t hesitate—I grabbed my bag and fled the office, hoping to return in time for a meeting in less than an hour.

On the off chance outside items were permitted I didn’t have much. A Bruins team photo from the Stanley Cup win already signed by Cam Neely was in a folder of local athletes I keep in my bag. I traded five minutes to make a pit stop at a fan stand in South Station in search of a more premium item.

I asked a cute brunette behind the register if they had pucks.

“Yes, we have these over here,” she said, pointing to a row of plastic keychains dangling from a counter display.

No, real pucks.

“Oh, I’m not sure if we have those.”

I bent down and scanned the glass showcase. Bumper stickers. Bobble heads. Cigarette lighters. Watches. My own time piece ticks off another minute.

Here they are, right here. How much are these?

“Umm, I’m not sure,” she said, biting her lip. “I’m going to have to ask my boss. We don’t sell a lot of these.”

Over my shoulder and across the busy train station corridor her superior was manning another stand. She tried to get his attention with eye darts. Needless to say, it took a while. I sucked in a huge breath and blew air audibly and impatiently from my cheeks. I can be a real dickhead sometimes.

She finally got his attention. Six bucks a biscuit. I’ll take two.
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Let’s build something together.

When I started Autograph University my vision was to create a comprehensive collection of autograph-related resources to help you improve your collection, meet celebrities and get more enjoyment out of the hobby. What I knew early on is that I could only present a sliver of the knowledge contained in the autograph community if I wrote solely based on my own experiences. Because of that, I’m creating the Autograph University Yearbook.

The Autograph University Yearbook will be a compilation of stories, commentary and wisdom from you, the autograph community. It’s a chance for you to tell your tale. It’s a chance for your voice to be heard. It’s a chance to be the professor.

To be in the Yearbook email me a few paragraphs about something autograph-related you’d like to share with the community. Some ideas:

  • Your favorite all-time autograph story (many of you submitted these for our Cal Ripken giveaway, please re-submit if you’d like it included in the Yearbook)
  • Why you collect autographs
  • Commentary on the state of the hobby
  • “What I learned” about autographs (tips, etc.)

Submissions will be included unedited (except for typos.) The 2012 Yearbook will be distributed in May as an ebook and will be free to download. I hope we can do this every year.

Submission guidelines:

  • Submissions will be accepted until March 31, 2012 April 14, 2012. Just send it in already! :)
  • Email your submission to matt@autographu.com.
  • Your submission should be as long as it needs to be (although 100 – 500 words is recommended).
  • Have a picture? Send it along and I’ll try to include it (layout has yet to be finalized).
  • Include your Name and the Contact Information you’d like to appear with your entry (e.g., email, Twitter handle, website URL).

This is going to be an awesome project and I can’t wait to put it together with you.

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