BY GENE RUFFINI

NEWJERSEYNEWSROOM.COM

COMMENTARY

The New York Jets will win the Super Bowl.

That is not hyperbole or the foaming ravings of a rabid fan - but rather the recognition that other worldly and divine forces are at work. The Jets are not truly masters of their own fate, but are being controlled by whimsical deities who have made them the theme of a blockbuster Hollywood movie.

The plot is familiar. The underdog team that nobody thought would amount to much struggles against adversity and ridicule and rises to the heights.

It is no mistake either that the Jets will face the Indianapolis Colts and Payton Manning in the AFC championship. It was so fated as part of the script.

The World laughed when the Jets came out to play the Colts during the final days of the regular season. A powerful and previously undefeated Colts team was to have its way with the woebegone Jets eleven that had the lower bunk in the Meadowlands.

The Mighty Colts showed their disdain for their opponents by not fully exerting themselves. Let the clowns win. We'll see who has the last laugh.

This plot was made for the twirling of mustaches and the evil cackling of supercilious villains.

But the celestial script called for the ragtag, scrappy Davids to meet the haughty Goliaths once more. The Ravens might just as well have stayed home before their playoff game with the Colts. The Colts were already inscribed in the AFC program along with the Jets so that the Jets — and all little guys belittled by big guys — could come through in their shining hour.

And think of the retribution for the tattered band of Jet fans — including myself — who watched their character build as they stayed with the team when it was named the Titans, owned by Harry Wismer, and paid five bucks to watch them play at the ancient Polo Grounds.

The Gods ruled that the Jets had to win it for them, too. And so — on to the Super Bowl — and who do you think the Jets' opponent will be?

The script calls for nothing else. It has to be the Minnesota Vikings because Brett Favre is their leader — Favre who dumped the Jets, turned his back on them in their hour of need. Now, he too shall feel the wrath of the little team that could.

What a matchup! Favre — the veteran grizzled gunslinger and his cohorts whose fans wear horns on their heads — up against the brash, young Pecos kid and his feisty group of whippersnappers.

It is so writ. The moguls in La-La land are already churning out the scenario and picking their stars. Billy Crudlip could play Mark Sanchez. And the rotund John Goodman was made to play Rex Ryan.

And there could even be a role for Fireman Ed. He could play himself.

You can't make this sort of thing up.