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“Man, do I fucking 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.
via Matt Harvey, a Long Night Out With Baseball’s Hottest Young Pitcher – MensJournal.com.
