So that’s the end of the Jets’ season then. I suppose if you’re a Jets fan and you’re reading this you don’t need a recap. You’re probably already replaying all the different little things that might have made the five-point difference that cost Gang Green the game: Mark Sanchez’s fumbling, Ben Roethlisberger’s scrambling, the ridiculous play-calling down on the goal line.

Whatever. What happens happens, I suppose, and there’s no real sense playing the what-if game now. I imagine Brian Schottenheimer will emerge as the goat for this one, for passing the ball twice when the Jets needed a yard to score, for the miscommunication with Sanchez over play calls, for eyebrow-raising decisions all season long.

It’s disappointing, of course. But somehow not as disappointing as it would have been if they just rolled over and died in Pittsburgh like it seemed they were about to. And two straight seasons in the AFC Championship is nothing to sneeze at.

The good news is Rex Ryan will be back and Sanchez will be back and D’Brickashaw Ferguson and Nick Mangold and Darrelle Revis will be back. People like to say the Jets are a “win-now” team because they do have a bunch of old players. But their core — their best players — are still in the thick of their primes.

Of course, first things first, we have to know there’ll be football at all next season before we worry about Jets football. But then I have a feeling things will get hammered out. Everyone involved stands to lose a whole lot of money if there’s no football.

Anyway, now we get the Packers and Steelers in two weeks and then less than a fortnight until pitchers and catchers. Hold your head up, Mark Sanchez. Your Taco Bell is on me.