It’s been one awesome semester for me so far, due mostly to my frequent patronage of Faegan’s and Chuck’s and the easiest 19-credit schedule in the history of man.

But one thing has made this autumn better for me than most others-the New York Mets.

I had to get this column in before last night’s Game 6, so I’m oblivious to whether the Mets were eliminated from the postseason or if they forced a Game 7 against the St. Louis Cardinals. Either way, let’s chat.

If you couldn’t figure it out, I’m a Mets fan, and a pretty monstrous one at that. My dad used to put his Walkman headphones with Mets broadcasts up to my mom’s belly while I was still in it and the obsession lives to this day, sans belly.

Anyway, I’m an extremely proud Mets fan and that’s an extremely rare thing on this campus. The few of us that exist have finally had a chance this year to revel in our team’s success and take center stage without having to share the October spotlight with the much more populous packs of Yankees and Red Sox fans.

The SU campus consists of a few major populations, including people from New Jersey, people from Westchester County, Staten Islanders and folks from ‘Boston,’ which from what I’ve gathered equals all of New England.

These people make up 97 percent or so of the SU population, and their baseball allegiances run accordingly. The campus is seemingly split down the middle with Yankees and Red Sox fans, a fact no more apparent than when the teams met in the Syracuse University Civil Wars of the 2003 and 2004 American League Championship Series.

Well for the first time in a long time, it’s our turn. The Mets hadn’t been in a playoff series with the Yankees and Red Sox already eliminated or altogether absent since 1973.

And believe me, it’s been awesome.

We haven’t had to listen to Yankee fans verbally pat us on the head like little brothers. We haven’t had to fight the Red Sox Nation and put up with recollections of that ‘wicked Big Papi homer’ from last night. For once, Mets fans haven’t been relegated to second-class citizens this fall.

We’ve been able to wear our Jose Reyes jerseys and break out our Robin Ventura and Mike Piazza throwback T-shirts with pride, able to walk around with that other NY logo on our caps and do it with a confident smile.

In actuality, this playoff season has been so sweet because we Mets fans have a personality complex. We’re so used to playing second fiddle to the Yankees that we relish any opportunity to celebrate over our much-respected and highly successful New York brethren.

With the addition of Red Sox fans, we play a ridiculous third fiddle when we follow a team in this very state that even shares the same orange-and-blue color scheme as our school.

But this year, we owned the fiddle.

Honestly, I think everyone should feel happy for us Mets fans finally tasting supreme local success. We’re not as arrogant and self-entitled as Yankees fans. We’re not as cynical and annoyingly overpopulated as Red Sox fans. And I won’t even touch SU’s Philadelphia sports population.

Think of all the Mets fans you know. Chances are they’re fun people with a generally happy-go-lucky attitude who appreciate the good things in life without overly fretting about the bad.

It’s because we haven’t been burned by the bright lights that shine on the Yankees and haven’t suffered the bitter heartbreaks of Red Sox, Phillies or even Cubs fans.

The Mets are Amazin’ when they win and loveable when they lose. Inferiority complex? So what?

Most fan bases reflect their team’s personality and we sure do mirror ours – fun, non-threatening and thoroughly enjoyable. Everybody loves a Mets fan.

Of course, our magical run might be over by now if the Cardinals won last night, so this could all be for naught.

Either way, I just felt the need to remind everyone that we outlasted both the Damn Yankees and Sawx Nation. So, for once, we small band of renegade Mets maniacs own this campus’ baseball bragging rights through the winter.

That’s at least until the three SU students from Detroit start rocking their Tigers’ gear after a World Series sweep.