In three words, David Robertson perfectly described life in Yankee Stadium when you earn your living throwing the baseball and not hitting it, when you are guarding against the short porch in right field and not taking aim at it.
“It stinks, yeah,” Robertson said.
Maybe 30 minutes earlier, in the 11th inning of a 3-3 game against Atlanta, Robertson had hoped to bury an 84-mph knuckle-curveball at the feet of Ronald Acuna Jr., the gifted left fielder for the Braves. It didn’t dive on command, hung up a little in the strike zone, and Acuna put a good swing on it.