This was coming, you bet it was. The moment Scott Boras cleared his throat, the moment Matt Harvey nodded his assent, this moment was a guarantee. Some night, some game, some key crossroads: It was all lurking. It was all looming. It was as easy to see as a full moon.
You knew it.
Hell, Terry Collins all but predicted it.
“A perfect storm,” was how the Mets’ manager described it. “Pitching great, and to boot he gets an at-bat with a man in scoring position the inning before he’s done. You knew it would happen like that.