I mean, the physics of it are pretty complicated, and trying to get people out consistently can be fairly challenging. But the fact of the matter is, pitching in and of itself isn't about those things. It's about throwing a 9 oz. leather encased cork 60 ft. 6 in. over a 5 sided piece of rubber that is 18 inches across.
It was the first time I've thrown off a mound in 5 months, so I was expecting rust...lots of rust. I was expecting it to go as smoothly as peeling a wet sticker off of a new plate. It would be difficult and leave behind traces of that gross sticky paper (or in my case, gross sticky thoughts of inadequacy). The thought was deep down in me that maybe I have forgotten how to pitch. That 5 month off would erode my skills to the point of my high schools practice companions. The truth is, however, it wasn't like that at all. It was more like taking a large flimsy magnet off the fridge (weird analogies today, i know). You just grab it and it comes off smoothly like nothing was ever there before.
Toeing the rubber was as normal as anything i've ever done. My delivery, while not flawless, was smooth and natural. As stated before, the goal of pitching is to throw strikes, and I threw about 75% strikes without even thinking about. Or maybe BECAUSE I wasn't thinking about it. Us pitchers tend to make things more complicated than they ought to be. Honestly, the only thing I was thinking was "don't make a fool of yourself in front of 30 high schoolers."
Onward and upward. Hopefully into some warmer weather. I'll keep you updated.