The next time you see Ann Marie Franco in public, tell her that she’s an angel.

Her entire life with me has centered on knowing when to just go with the flow, and then a few times, when to decide on whether a few blows to the head would knock some sense into me. She has always chosen flow!

Recently, my favorite baseball team, the Texas Rangers, made it to the World Series, which started this weekend. But since Oct. 2, she has put up with me watching, and listening, to the Rangers on TV and radio through three weeks of … what’s the opposite of bliss?

And to make it worse, my son, Dominic, and my daughter, Maggie, also root for the Rangers. Maggie is a more sensible fan, Dominic is not as bad as me, but he’s in second place. The big thing recently was putting two television sets in our living room so we could watch the Rangers on one and the Dolphins — Dom and MY favorite NFL team — on the other set at the same time.

And what made it tougher was that it was at 8 p.m., and since she is a teacher, she usually is going to bed at that time. So imagine if you will, me and a younger version of me, trying to watch our two favorite teams at the same time, without screaming after every hit, every pitch and every tackle.

She was out in the living room, over in the corner, doing school work until she said “I’m going to lay down now.” She never says “I’m going to bed,” which is something for another column someday. Each of us had the ability to scream into one of the many pillows that dot our couch, to muffle sounds of the Rangers trying to make the World Series, or the Dolphins to win at Philadelphia. The pillows never had a chance.

Neither did our three cats and two dogs, who usually hang out with us in the living room during normal TV viewing hours. They went back with Ann Marie, who probably felt like she was sleeping in the waiting room of Dr. Kissell’s veterinarian office.

At one point, a guy hit a grand slam for the Rangers just seconds from a Dolphin returning an interception for a touchdown. Dominic tackled me to the floor, which wasn’t a pretty sight for a 297-pound, compression-socks wearing dude with a Dan Marino jersey on. We both tried to scream in a low voice, but since I’ve been told I am incapable of producing a low voice, you can imagine our failure.

But she never came out and asked us to keep it down. She did run the fan in our room to see if it would block out the noise, but that’s like turning on a transistor radio in your backyard to block out the noise of a 747 landing right across the street.

She never complained.

I have a series of Dolphins and Rangers shirts and sweatshirts that I will wear for games, and she is always willing to wash them if I tell her I need a specific item to wear. I am quite the superstitious fella, and I am trying to get better of not believing the world revolves around me when it comes to my sports teams.

We are in week 8 of the NFL season, and I have yet to wash the Marino jersey. Can’t do it. Are there stains on it? Yep. She’s squirted some Dawn dishwashing liquid on them as a pre-emptive strike for future washing machine use, but I am going to wait for the bye week in the middle of November before I hand the jersey reluctantly over to her.

Back in 2010 and 2011, the Rangers made it to the World Series and lost both times. In 2011, we were one out away from winning the Series over the Cardinals. All we had to do was get David Freese out. One strike was all that was needed. Before the pitch was made, my wife asked me and Maggie a question: “If he hits a home run here, would that tie the game or win it?” I didn’t answer quickly enough because Freese hit the home run, the Cards won the game, and the next night, won the Series over us.

I think Maggie still blames her mom for that, not our pitcher who gave up the home run. Dom couldn’t blame her because he was only 8 and not allowed up that late. It’s hard for me to blame her because she does not have an evil bone in her body, but her timing on questions that could bring doom-and-gloom to my sports world is not good.

This week, if the Series goes seven games, I will get to watch three of those games at home with Dom, Maggie and their mother. All three games will be at night. My advice, no questions and a dose of melatonin before bed time should work much better than a window fan for Mrs. Franco.

Mirror Sports Staffer Scott Franco writes a monthly column for the Mirror.