I hate to use the term long-suffering and the word fan in the same sentence.

There are, after all, more serious things in life that cause a lot more suffering than your squad going through a bad game. Or season. Or decade. Or lifetime. (Sorry, Cubbies.)

Yeah, you all know that I’m a Mets fan.

And, well, we haven’t had the best success in this inter-league tango grandiosely labeled The Subway Series. The Yankees beat us on the field. And, as for overall success and image-wise? They win the American League East and AL crowns and World Series. We thirst for a crack at the wild card. They have Jeter as captain. One name is all you need to conjure up his cool. We have David Wright as our captain, two names needed, and a great compliment is to consider him our Jeter. And the one time we actually played each other in the World Series, it was, Yankees Win, thaaaaaaaaa Yankees Win!

The last two nights, the Mets scored late to beat the Yankees 2-1 at Citi Field. Last night, we came up with three straight hits in the bottom of the ninth — way to go, Daniel Murphy, Mr. Wright and Lucas Duda — to score two runs against the best closer ever, Mariano Rivera. That after watching our great mound hope, still-undefeated Matt Harvey, throw another eight dominant innings.

(And, let’s not make too little of the fact that the night before, we started this three-game winning streak the night prior with a comeback win over the team we love to hate in the National League, the Atlanta Braves. And Ike Davis, the man batting .150, got the game-winning hit in the eighth.)

Tonight and tomorrow, the Subway Series moves to Yankee Stadium. Our starting pitching, shall I say, falls off a tad to guys named Jeremy Hefner (0-5) and Dillon Gee (2-6). Maybe the magic continues. Maybe we battle our way back to .500 — at 20-29, we’re only nine games under. Maybe we go on to grab that wildcard, win a couple series, get back to the big one, meet the Yankees again …