Also a catcher; my arm was the weakest part of my game, though. I made up for it with the glove.
We would practice before the season in the high school gym, and the way the lines were painted, the catchers were about five feet in front of a metal plate on the bottom of the bleachers. So every passed ball/wild pitch would go BAMM! and everyone would notice. Pitchers loved me; I made them look (sound?) good.