It’s not all bad news for Jets fans, not all better news for Giants fans.

If the Jets continue their nolo contender season, they’re in no danger of having one of their home dates TV-money “flexed” to a night game. If the Giants continue to contend, they nearly are a lock to have an afternoon game bumped deep into the cold night. (Beware: Nov. 16, 49ers at Giants, currently a 1 p.m. kickoff, looms.)

Either way, PSL suckers will be stuck. They can mutter commissioner Roger Goodell’s infamous, quickly discredited sales pitch — “PSLs are good investments” — all the way to the heavily discounted tickets re-sale databank.

That brings us to my friend, John. Get this: PSLs were the best thing to happen to him.

He was a 20-year Jets’ season-ticket subscriber, an all-weather, win-or-lose loyalist until the Jets rewarded his devotion by sticking him up for PSLs. He forgets exactly how much, but it was in the $40,000 range — not including the cost of tickets, including two full-priced exhibition game tickets, and parking.

So it was with deep regret and more than a little sorrow that John bid the Jets adieu. Not that he had a choice. 1) He’s not a fool, and 2) He couldn’t afford to be a fool.

So with some of his annual savings on tickets, he joined a private golf club. On Sunday mornings he plays golf then has lunch, or, if the weather’s too cold or nasty, heads out to a late breakfast with friends and family. He is home in time to watch the Jets on TV. He still roots for them, but at a reasonable cost — just his time, three hours a week.

And he sits down to watch at game time. No more all-day (or night) hassles, including gas, tolls, broken bottles in the parking lot and, on the inside, dealing with vulgar, balance-deprived drunks.

The Jets and Goodell saw to that. And for that, he would like to thank them. They taught him — forced him — how to live without.

He never has been happier. And he owes it all to PSLs. And the improvement in his short game — especially his putting — is remarkable. And the only booze that can be spilled on him is his own. And he plans to live happily ever after.

But not for a second does John, among exiled Jets and Giants fans, think he is alone.

For the last two weeks, Sayreville High School in Middlesex County N.J., has been seized by a calamitous football scandal.

It began with the arrest of assistant coach Charles Garcia after he was found with steroids and syringes, then with the reported hazing of freshman players that allegedly included anal penetrations with fingers, the fingers then shoved into the victims’ mouths.

It has made national news. Yet, the last to know seems to have been know-it-all Mike Francesa.

Wednesday — when a caller brought up the scandal, specifically the coach busted with steroids — Francesa remarked he has a “reliable source” who “told me” a Sayreville coach is alleged to have been involved with steroids.

On Tuesday, he interviewed (and interrupted) Jersey newspaper reporter Greg Tufaro, who first had to explain to him where Sayreville is. A day later, he had “a reliable source”!

What source? Ten-day-old newspaper stories he read on the Internet? The arrest of that coach for steroids was widely reported Sept. 27, the day after his arrest!

Francesa’s dishonesty and megalomania turned ’round to bite him. Again.

You will recall his bogus, self-inflated claim that New Jersey police sources were keeping him personally updated on details of their investigation following the 2010 arrest of Lawrence Taylor for having sex with an underage prostitute.

Francesa was under the impression the arrest was made in Ramapo, NJ. There is no Ramapo, N.J. Taylor was arrested in Ramapo, N.Y. Jersey police were not involved.

Francesa’s police sources were a total fabrication — another boastful lie he never has answered to — not to listeners and not to his feckless bosses at WFAN and CBS Radio. So on and on he goes.

Not that anyone who has dealt with Carmelo Anthony ever came away thinking that he was as much student as athlete while a student-athlete at Syracuse, but Jim Boeheim’s revelation that Anthony was a poor student — when you’re selling a book, such previously none-of-your-business info becomes good for business — reminds us of a story:

The star of the college football team’s mid-term grades were issued: Four F’s and a D. “Son,” his coach tells him, “I think you’re spending too much time on one subject.”
Meanwhile, I trust Boeheim will now, on request, disclose the detailed academic achievement of his current recruits. Fat chance.

The extra pity of the Yogi Berra Museum heist is that the crook or crooks can’t fence such personal, date and name-engraved valuables as they are. The only value they hold are if they’re chop-shopped — jewels removed, gold melted. Meanwhile, to steal from Yogi is like stealing from us all.

Sports Culture Question of the Week: Where would you rate a Sunday night Giants at Eagles game on the “Danger: Public Mayhem Straight Ahead” scale? Code Orange or Red? By the way, just to add to the feel of menace, the
Eagles, green since their inception 81 years ago, will wear their new all-black Nike uniforms. No shame, no foul.

One more try. Memo to TBS’ stat graphics geniuses: The reason the Royals have achieved so many postseason numbers last achieved by a Royal in 1985 is because that was the last time the Royals were in the postseason!

It’s not a 29-year thing! It’s the separation of just one postseason!

What a Knightmare I had. The Army Black Knights were playing the Rutgers Scarlet Knights and both wore their all-Nike black uniforms.

Gotta admire John Calipari and his University of Kentucky enablers for removing all pretense that the school’s basketball team serves as more than Pro Prep by inviting NBA personnel to attend Friday’s practice — televised, naturally, by SEC business partner, ESPN. The NBA folks, no doubt, also were invited to sit in on the players’ classes.

Reader Mark Morley: “Babe Ruth was overrated. He never hit a home run in either the ALDS or ALCS.”