Harvey, You’re No Derek Jeter

Matt Harvey apologized to his Met teammates, and addressed the media after showing up late to the team’s game against the Marlins last Saturday. He claimed it was due to being out past curfew the night before, and that he had also played golf prior to the game. First off, he needs to stop it with his “golf game”. We all know he was crying into a bottle of white wine because his girl Adriana Lima was photographed out in public with Julian Edelman.

Harvey needs to own up to who he is, a boring Connecticut white boy who’s addicted to the celebrity lifestyle. He’s been known to dabble in the model-banging nightlife of Manhattan that has destroyed a number of this city’s great athletes. If you want the measurable difference between partying in Chicago and New York City, look at the career of Joakim Noah, who even with the awful hair, is a tremendous stick-man. Harvey isn’t the first guy this has happened to, he’s just the latest. After watching this disaster unfold, I can’t help but feel like we didn’t truly appreciate the greatness of Derek Jeter.

Plenty has been said about Jeter’s ability on the field, and his leadership as the captain of the most successful franchise ever. He is truly one of the best winners in modern sports history. All that being said, the guy got it done off the field, and never let it blow up in his face. Considering his track record, that’s impressive. This is a man who’s ran through the likes of Jessica Biel, Mariah Carey, Scarlett Johansson, and Jessica Alba. He even had a stint with the same Adriana Lima who is currently torturing Harvey. The day Derek Jeter decided to settle down, the world of stick-men lost a great, and somewhere Bill Clinton shed a tear. The Matt harvey situation proves that scouts of New York sports teams need a new metric when it comes to evaluating talent. Beyond the x’s and o’s, they need to understand how well a player will handle the giant fuck-fest that is New York City.