Ahhhh-greed! One thing I was good at was receiving the pitch. It may sound so easy and not a big deal, but when a pitcher needs to have a corner pitch, then it is huge for them to have a catcher who knows how to receive the ball and frame it. One game, our pitcher lived on the outside part of the plate because he knew I could frame. I sat outside corner all night, took the blue out there with me and he hit the glove all night long. Had hitters going back to the dugout muttering things to the umpire.
By the fourth inning or so, he had had enough and yelled at the bench of the opposition. "Swing the bats and quit blaming me you can't hit an outside pitch!" So from that point on, we'd show the fastball and bust them inside more just to keep them honest. Oh and this pitcher had a nice 12 to 6 curveball that we used when we had them leaning over the plate speeding up their bats. It was a thing of beauty.
I don't know if you and HH would agree, but to me catching properly was almost like a Zen exercise. It was sometimes tempting to get flashy back there, or to get excited/panic and speed everything up. But it always seemed the more I could overcome this urge, the more calm I was back there, and the better I played.
Lay back, let the ball come to you, catch it smoothly within the square frame formed by your shoulders and knees. That is a strike for most umps, or at least the ones I had. If the runner goes, get quickly into your stance, cock your arm, and throw (from behind your ear.) Do it all quickly, but smoothly, no reason to panic or hurry things up. If the batter pops up, turn around, look up, and find the ball. Then ease your way over to it, flip your mask behind you, and set up in a spot where you have gauged the ball will come down. Then just wait for the spin to bring it back to you. Catch it with two hands, above your head.
I have always felt jumping around back there, snapping the ball behind the runner at first, etc., blocking the ump's view and more importantly, screwing up his perception of where the pitch was in relation to the strike zone, caused more problems than nailing the occaisional careless runner could warrant.