We were twice reminded this week of our great good fortune as a sporting city. It comes at precisely the perfect time, too. Let’s be honest, we’ve spent some time lately feeling sorry for ourselves about a dearth of winning teams, about a championship drought that, as of Saturday morning, stretches to 2,911 days, about the way the Yankees were unfairly robbed of their chance to end that streak in 2017.

Sometimes, we need to look to our captains for guidance.

Tuesday, there was Derek Jeter, who was never forced to actually wear a “C” on his chest, but who carried the captaincy of the Yankees on his shoulders from the moment George Steinbrenner tagged him with the task, back on June 4, 2003. He was elected to the Hall of Fame this week, and in a rush all the Good Stuff came flooding back: the five world championships, the 3,465 hits, the .308/.374/.465 slash line accrued across 158 postseason games.

And this: “All I ever wanted was to play my whole career in New York, with the Yankees,” he said Wednesday. “And I did that.”

Friday, there was Eli Manning, whose freshly retired No. 10 blue jersey actually does designate his leadership capacity with a white “C.” He made his retirement official at the Giants’ training headquarters in East Rutherford, and in a rush all the Good Stuff came flooding back: the two Super Bowl championships, the 366 touchdown passes, the 210 consecutive starts, the 37 game-winning drives.

And this: “Wellington Mara always said, ‘Once a Giant, always a Giant,’ ” Manning said Friday. “For me, it’s ‘Only a Giant.’ ”

They really were a matched set, playing a combined 36 years for the two most storied and decorated franchises in our town. The Yankees won 22 championships before Jeter arrived in 1996, and they sure seem set up to win a few more over the next few years. The Giants won two Super Bowls and six NFL titles overall before Ernie Accorsi coaxed Eli out of the grip of the Chargers. It wasn’t as if either player brought his team to unprecedented success.

They just did so at a time in sports when winning is harder than ever, when there are more teams, more expectations, more distractions. In their own ways they were both old souls: the shortstop from Kalamazoo, Mich., who called his manager “Mr. Torre” even long after his 30th birthday, the quarterback from New Orleans who, we have lately learned, loved nothing more than to kick back on the team bus after hard-earned road wins and distribute cold cans of beer to his teammates.

“I know a lot of people wish I was more of a rah-rah guy,” Manning said. “But that wasn’t me.”

John Mara told a story about watching Eli’s first pro victory, a comeback against Dallas his rookie year, alongside his father, Wellington. It was the last time the two Maras ever attended a game together. As they left the field, father told son: “I think we found our guy.”

Similarly, Steinbrenner knew Jeter would be among the final bouquets he bequeathed Yankees fans. He was the one who made Jeter the team’s first captain since Don Mattingly. He did credit-card commercials with Jeter. Unlike Wellington Mara, Steinbrenner got to bask in all five titles that were added to the team’s trophy case before he passed in 2010.

“He’s a dream come true,” Steinbrenner said of Jeter in 1998.

They both were, truly, No. 2 and No. 10, delivering a gilded, golden age of sports to New York City in their times here. They were ours, and ours alone. That matters now, and it will matter even more in time.

Outside New York, there are many who argue Jeter’s missing Hall of Fame vote represents justice, because outside New York there are many who believe he was overrated. Similarly, outside New York, there are even more who use that word to define Manning, who are already scoffing at the notion he belongs in Canton, who believe his 117-117 regular-season record speaks more to whom he was as a quarterback than his two championship rings.

And you know what?

Let the folks in the flyover states have their say. What does it matter to us? We saw Jeter day after day, season after season, delivering right to the end, right to that walk-off hit against the Orioles in his last home game as a Yankee. We saw Manning on Sunday after Sunday, year after year, delivering right to the end, right to that final victory against the Dolphins in Week 15 this year, gathering afterward with his family in the MetLife Stadium tunnel — “My favorite place,” he called it Friday.

We know what we saw. We know what we had. We know what we bid goodbye to this week. As sports fans, we are so much better for having seen the whole of their careers. Sometimes, it’s good to remember the Good Stuff.