Twenty five. (Albeit without a new photo, because I went out without a battery in the camera last night, like a complete moron. This one’s from early March.)
If you’d told me two years ago that I would get a little vapoury when Matt Harvey left last night’s Carolina/VaTech game in the 8th inning, I would have punched you in the face. Or at least called the men in white coats to come get you. Matt Harvey drove me crazier than any other baseball player ever has, so much fucking potential and his first two years for Carolina were full of walks and wild pitches and departures from games in the 2nd inning with no outs and the bases loaded, due to “back spasm”, which is code for “Matt Harvey’s bruised ego and inability to spot his breaking pitches and also his fastball”.
But last night, I cried. He’s projected to go late in the first round or early in the supplemental round in this year’s MLB Draft, and he’ll deserve it, when it happens. Matt Harvey turned down third round money — a lot of third round money if gossip is to be believed — out of high school to come to Carolina and grow up, and this year he’s done it. He’s in the top ten all-time at Carolina in strikeouts. He reduced his career BB/9 to below 4. He has been the one reliable thing on an unreliable team. Last night was his final start at Boshamer Stadium, because even if Carolina sneaks into the tournament, they won’t host a regional this year.
And when Coach pulled him — albeit a bit too late, after back to back homers cut Carolina’s lead to 13-6 — yeah. I cried a little. I cried when Coach talked about him on the radio show after. And even though he’s been a huge pain in my ass for three years, I’m going to miss the Harv. Whoever drafts him will draft an adventure, and a boy who grew up, and a really solid pitcher.