While his regular crew includes Rangers players like Lundqvist and Brian Boyle, Harvey mostly hangs with finance and marketing guys in their twenties and thirties. "Baseball is my job, and I love it," Harvey says, sipping a vodka soda, "but it can't be the only thing I've got going on." Still, with its 162-game season, baseball is the most time-consuming of professional sports, so Harvey often settles for living vicariously through his friends. "Last weekend they were up in Newport, right?" he says. "A beach party where everyone wore white. I can't do something like that with my schedule, but I still like it when they show me the pictures."
At one point in the evening, Boyle, a 6-foot-7 forward, sidles up to Harvey. "Dude, you gotta try this," Boyle says, offering Harvey a new brand of chewing tobacco. "It's really smooth."
"Nice," Harvey says, sliding some dip into his lower lip. "That is smooth."
It's getting late, closing in on two in the morning. Harvey leans back, buzzing on the high of being on a team that is, at least for now, winning. Still on a rookie contract, he knows he may soon have to renegotiate with the team for a long-term deal (online sportswriters speculate he could get a seven-year, $70 million deal). The Mets, of course, would be insane to let him go – but the Mets are the Mets, so anything can happen. Still, one thing Harvey knows for certain: "No matter what, New York is now my home," he says, finishing the night's last drink. "I could buy a place now, but I've gotta wait for that $200 million contract. If I'm going to buy an apartment, it has to be the best apartment in the city."