By all means let’s get lathered up over Terry Collins’ poor choice to take on the fans. Let’s vilify him for getting caught between a rock and a rock head — that would be Jordany Valdespin, by the way.

Collins should know by now the undisputed champions of every metropolis are the fans — right or wrong, kind or crude. They stay and eventually everyone else goes. It doesn’t matter if Collins might be technically right — that none of them truly has a handle on his clubhouse or all the conversations transacted between manager and his charge. You simply can’t take them on and win, especially when your team isn’t.

And Collins’ team isn’t winning. So you should understand why he might be losing it. He turns 64 later this month. He was run out of Houston and Anaheim. There is no next managing job. This is more than his last best chance. It is just plain his last chance to prove he is a good major league manager.

Which he really hasn’t been given a chance to do yet two-and-a-quarter seasons into his Mets tenure. That is why it is so silly that we are going to get caught up in the sideshow of whether Collins should stay or go, now or later. We just don’t have all the facts to make a strong decision, so talking about this would just be a distraction from the day-to-day misery.

For if you know whether Collins is a good manager or bad manager based on his Mets time, you are a heck of an evaluator. You want to argue not enough guys have gotten better under his charge, fine, but I would ask if you see many players with high ceilings in his dugout. If you want to insist craftier strategy would have won a few more games, I will disagree, but still wonder if getting to, say, 77 wins would be making anyone happy.