We’re not talking about the Mets today. Too traumatic. There’s all sorts of nasty things to say about the Amazins, but we’re all out of jokes.

The Jets, though? Ripe for comedy. That’s because the Jets are quickly becoming the joke that they seemingly always are, even though everyone thought Great Big Brett Favre would somehow make the team “relevant,” whatever that means. Is a team relevant if it’s led to an 8-8 record by a Hall of Fame quarterback? Is a team relevant if its defense can’t get out of its own way, if it’s high-priced offseason additions are pulling lame and pulling up bad?

The Jets only have two types of seasons: Mediocre and bad. Sure, they could end up 9-7 or 8-8 and squeak into the playoffs, only to lose to some barely superior team and get that 15th overall pick they covet. Or they could go 4-12 and get the third overall pick, which they’ll blow on someone who stinks.

Of course, we’ve counted out Fav-ruh before and he’s come back to bite us. And since we’re big Jets fans and big Favre haters, it would only be fitting that Favre would lead the Jets to a championship this season so the one time our team wins in our lifetime the quarterback is some old dude we can’t stand.

Still, until that happens, we’re going to revel in Favre obviously wishing he stayed retired.