Sometimes you need an archaeologist’s tool kit to chop away at the foggy segments of a memory bank — to separate the fact from the fiction, the hype from the hyperbole — in order to identify, with clarity, a wrinkle in time so important, so essential, that you need to get the details just right.
It’s like that with Matt Harvey.
Sometimes, it feels like he reported here already cloaked in the deafening buzz he would quickly gather, a fully assembled Dark Knight, the catchy nickname and the flashy style and everything else already tucked inside his Citi Field locker when he first walked in the door.