Anyone who really knows me, and/or anyone who is a true, die-hard Cub fan can understand the turmoil I went through last Thursday evening.

After covering a track meet in the balmy, low-70-degree weather of northwestern Wyoming on an April night, I arrived home and was doing some channel surfing while downing some hot wings.

I had earlier checked my ESPN app, in between shooting photos of long jumpers, hurdlers and discus throwers, and saw that my beloved Cubs were up 4-0 in their game at Cincinnati.

Now on the couch, I was bouncing back and forth between another “Big Bang Theory” rerun and the movie “The Watch,” and soon decided to check back up on the Cubs.

Striding up to the desktop in my bedroom, I head back to ESPN.com and quickly see that my Cubbies are now up a whopping 13-0 in the eighth inning.

It was then I noticed the little sidebar that mentioned Cubs starter Jake Arietta had a no-hitter though those same eight innings.

And here’s where the divide came into play.

Initially I raced back downstairs and started going through the ESPNs, and then whatever sports channels my cable subscription carries, knowing one of them would just have to break in and show the final inning.

I did find one that was broadcasting a Detroit-Kansas City game, where the second box showing the second game was already in place.

And during Arietta’s first few pitches to the Reds lead-off batter in the ninth, the divide really started to kick in.

“Holy crap, he’s had this no-hitter going, with me not watching, am I going to jinx it by watching?”

I was literally on the verge of switching back to Sheldon’s latest miscommunication or another Vince Vaughn rapid-fire soliloquy, but I froze my thumb from clicking.

See, I’m the superstitious type who, if my team suddenly starts to do well as I’m watching, whatever position I’m in at that moment, I freeze, or replicate, for as long as it takes to keep the momentum going.

As a former baseball player and current sports writer, I also know the varying aspects of paying too much attention to a no-hitter.

And as a lifelong Cubs fan, I know that karma is always way too prevalent, and I can readily recognize the signs.

I will tell you this, any true Cubs fan that was watching that fateful playoff game against the Florida Marlins in 2003, knows that Steve Bartman wasn’t the reason the team lost that series — but the very second that that happened, I knew, unequivocally, that a collapse was about to ensue.

So I had all these conflicting emotions and rationales going on as I forced myself to watch that bottom of the ninth inning, to perhaps be able to enjoy a great moment for my team, or (in my mind) be the cause of its demise (simply by joining the party late and watching).

My sanity was further put into doubt when, on a 0-2 pitch with two outs in the ninth, a hanging curveball from Arietta seemed to cut right into the strike zone, but was called a ball.

While incensed at the non-call, I was at the same time reconsidering a return to the latest romantic yin and yang of Leonard and Penny, since I figured, this has to be a sign that things are about to go wrong.

But I held on, stuck it through, and two pitches later, a lazy pop-fly was lifted to short, right-center field and easily hauled in by Jason Heyward.

No-hitter intact, elation and enjoyment by yours truly, and no jinx incurred.

Excuse me while I go buy a lottery ticket...