Yesterday, it was reported that Matt Harvey was suspended by the New York Mets for boozing too hard on Cinco de Mayo and missing a game. Now, a new story is coming out that is equally as hilarious and embarrassing.
The Daily Mail and Page Six report that New York’s former ace failed to attend Saturday’s game because he was too distraught over photos of his supermodel girlfriend Adrianna Lima getting comfy with her ex, New England Patriots receiver Julian Edelman, at a recent gala. Harvey was reportedly upset on May 2 after seeing pictures of his rumored boo-thang attending Rihanna‘s Met Gala after-party with Edelman.
In recent weeks, the 35-year-old Brazilian model has been spotted with Harvey in couple-y positions, though her and Edelman were said to be “flirty” at the popular event on May 2.
Lima and Edelman were spotted arriving together in a limousine. Shortly after the event, Lima unfollowed Harvey on Instagram. Scandalous, I know.
“Adriana’s relationship with Matt was never serious,” a source told Page Six. “They are no longer seeing each other.”
Sure, losing your girl is always going to be painful, especially when she looks like that (*furiously clears browser history*). But Harvey, buddy, you’re a star pitcher for the New York Mets making north of $5 million this year as a 28-year-old. Maybe, just maybe, things are going to turn out alright for you.
In other words, don’t be a f— boy and let this mess with your day job. You’ve already gotten yourself in enough trouble with the team in the past.
Harvey admitted to partying hard on Cinco de Mayo before apologizing to his teammates and the public.
“First off, as I just did with my teammates and all the coaches, I apologized for my actions and I do apologize for my actions,” he said.
“Obviously I’m extremely embarrassed by my actions. Yes, I was out on Friday night, past curfew. I did play golf Saturday morning and I put myself in a bad place to be ready to show up for a ballgame.
“It is my responsibility and I take full blame for that.”
Good, now wait for your next off day, hit the Manhattan bar scene, and take home another dime. Nothing gets you back on track like revenge sex.
See you on the mound, buddy.