Perhaps you fretted when the Indians slipped ahead of the Mets in the top of the 10th inning at Citi Field on Wednesday night. Perhaps Carlos Santana’s laser-beam home run that tried to bore a hole through the left-field bleachers had you singing the blues, pondering a quick exit to the Grand Central, or a flip to “Celebrity Family Feud” on Channel 7.

You needn’t have worried. Amed Rosario was leading off the bottom of the 10th for the Mets and, lately, Rosario has seemed to have super-human powers. I know this for a simple reason.

For I, too, apparently have super-human powers.

I didn’t realize this until recently. If I knew I had super-human powers, I probably wouldn’t misplace my car keys 17 times a day. If I were aware of my super-human powers, I would run the table at Belmont, Aqueduct and Saratoga whenever I pleased.

Also, I might’ve tried to do something about world peace.

Then, on the evening of July 16, sitting in a press box at Target Field in Minneapolis, the following magically emitted from my laptop:

… and one question the Mets have to answer that looms high amid all the others as they assess this woebegone season and plan for 2020 and beyond, is this: Is Amed Rosario a JAG (as in: Just Another Guy)?

Suffice to say, it didn’t seem an outlandish opinion at the time. On the night those words trickled out of the old word processor, Rosario was slashing .265/.303/.420. He had 31 extra-base hits in 91 games. His OPS+ was 92, meaning he was almost 10 percent less productive than the average offensive player.

As was pointed out then by your humble narrator: “He has shown incremental improvement as an offensive player but it has been achingly so: a 76 OPS+ as a rookie to 88 last year to 92 this year, which screams he is still well below league average …

The very next day, Rosario went 4-for-4 with a triple, a homer, a walk and three RBIs as the Mets crushed the Twins, 14-4. A helpful Twitter follower named @Millien4Life observed, “Looks like the JAG went yard.” Another, @wa2k_1999, chirped, “Apparently Amed read the article!”

Another, @SergM30, feeling a little less charitable, offered: “You wonder why players hate the press. You guys ask for it. He’s been thrown under a bus — for what, exactly?”

Fans have their fun. It was one game. Lots of guys go 4-for-4 once. Except a funny thing happened in the 35 days between July 17 and Tuesday.

This happened: 30 games, 47 hits, 16 extra-base hits, a slash line of .367/.409/.539. He’s raised that OPS+ to 108 for the year.

He has been, in a word, otherworldly.

“You are so happy for the kid,” said Mets manager Mickey Callaway — who not only kept faith in Rosario and kept writing his name in the lineup, but also compared his skills quite favorably to Francisco Lindor, the Indians shortstop with whom Rosario is sharing Citi Field this week. “He comes with a smile and he works so hard.”

So of course, when the night looked its most grim, when despair was dimpling Queens for the first time in a good, long while, there was Rosario striding to the plate to face Cleveland lefty Brad Hand. It had been something of a regressive night so far for Rosario, 0-for-4 at the plate, a misplay of a pop fly (though it didn’t prove costly).

No matter. You’ve seen Rosario this past month (and you’re welcome). So when he crunched a leadoff double into the gap (again, you’re welcome), that couldn’t have surprised you. And when he scored the tying run on a Michael Conforto groundout? Predictable. And when he and Pete Alonso teamed up to tear J.D. Davis’ jersey to smithereens when Davis’ double clinched another feel-good win, 4-3?

Of course he was in the middle of it. You’re welcome.

You’ve heard of the power of the press? Well, as reader Howard Benjamin put it the other day, after one of the eight games since July 17 when Rosario has collected three or more hits: “Can you do me and every Mets fan a favor? Can you write a column goes something like this:

“Edwin Diaz. Edwin Diaz. Edwin Diaz. Edwin Diaz.

“Oh, and also: Jeurys Familia. Jeurys Familia.

“Thanks.”

Perhaps if Funhouse (AKA @BackAftaThis), who has kept a smile on Mushnick’s face for two years, ever needs a new muse, he can consider me. For I, clearly, have super-human powers, and that has to be more interesting than boycotting Dave Gettleman, right?

Oh, also?

You’re welcome.