Gang Green need to gobble

IT BEGAN with Tim Tebow sprinting shirtless through the rain in Cortland, and it wasn’t long before the Jets were undressed in public, stripped of their swag, laughed at, ridiculed for crimes against professional humanity. They have both saddened and maddened their long-suffering fans.

And yet, because this NFL keeps the playoff light flickering for the downtrodden and woebe-gotten alike, they should be thankful they find themselves tonight 60 minutes from improbable rejuvenation, if not resurrection.

Feast or famine? Which will it be?

Give your fans a season. Give them a happy Thanksgiving night.

Don’t be turkeys. Don’t be patsies.

Don’t let Tom Brady and Bill Belichick stand over a green and white carcass in the middle of MetLife Stadium with carving knives in their hands, sadistic smiles on their faces.

Now that Rex Coughlin, er, Rex Ryan, has adopted the Giants’ “Talk is cheap play the game” mantra, play the game, remind us what “Play like a Jet” was intended to mean.

Show the prime-time audience who loves to hate you that you are a football team and not the clown princes of Roger Goodell’s NFL.

The football gods have done you a favor by removing Patriots tight end Rob Gronkowski from the equation. You know, and we all know, this isn’t a Patriots team that scares anybody, except for maybe it’s defensive coaching staff.

“The past is the past, but just looking back, we never thought