Hildenberg's problem seems difficult to analyze, until you realize the essence of throwing a baseball the same way that you skip stones on a lake.
It's all about relaxation and rhythm.
If you've ever actually skimmed stones on a placid, tranquil lake, you know what I mean. The entire purpose of the exercise is to clear your head of all troubles, let your arm become a big, wet noodle, then fling stones with careless disregard. After a while, you naturally hone in on a certain snap that maximizes the efficiency of your throw, but it's not a matter of fretting about it. Just the opposite, it's an exercise in careless excellence.
Now, transpose this carefree hobby onto professional baseball. Suddenly, you are being paid big bucks to be hyper-accurate with each throw. Suddenly, you are supposed to _care_ where the ball goes. Result: That totally relaxed, careless freedom goes away, replaced by frets and worries. The ball's natural bend starts to straighten out, and it gets harder to be precise about location. You lose your rhythm, you lose command. Boom. Opponents suddenly love everything you throw.
I'm just speculating, of course. Maybe there's a mechanical fix, or maybe Hildy has been working hurt. But I think it's also possible that Hildenberg needs to find his lake, that mental place of Zen that lets him separate the tense in-game situation from the physical, visceral enjoyment of just letting your arm whip a stone out onto a lake.
And now, let us play a little Bob Marley.
Edited by jimbo92107, 15 May 2019 - 08:39 PM.
The door opened. A woman screamed. Someday, my mom would learn to knock.