“Man, do I f**king love this city,” Matt Harvey says, stretching out in an expensive French bistro in downtown Manhattan.
He sips his coffee and flashes a drowsy, laid-back smile. Having called a secret number to get a last-minute table, Harvey now sits among the restaurant’s mostly female clientele; lithe, stylish creatures waxed and tweezed in that particular New York way – in total anonymity.
Tonight, Harvey is slated to pitch his first start against the Yankees – a career-defining moment, according to this morning’s sports pages – though if that’s anywhere on his mind, he’s not showing it. It’s still May, but the 24-year-old Mets pitcher is in the midst of a logic-defying season, and is already drawing comparisons to the game’s greats for his 98-mile-an-hour fastball, gravity-resistant curveball, devilish change-up, and irresistible slider that routinely leaves batters chopping at air.
Lately, whenever Harvey, 6-foot-4 and 225 pounds, is on the mound, the improbable occurs: The Me