At the Washington Nationals’ spring training facility in Viera, Florida, the lockers tell the story. One row of stalls is reserved for pitchers, the other for position players. The veterans are clumped toward the back of the room. The roster hopefuls, the tryout players, the guys who might be gone in a few weeks, are clustered in the front.
That’s where Clint Robinson’s locker was this past February, next to to Kila Ka’aihue, Mike Carp and a handful of other players who are either no longer with the organization or stuck in the minor leagues.
Sitting in that stall, Robinson couldn’t have imagined the sort of season he has had thus far, nor the moment that came Friday.