The locker is still here. It hasn’t been preserved for eternity the way the Yankees kept a shrine for Thurman Munson — another guy who used to wear No. 15 — at the old Stadium. Ryan Quigley, a 23-year-old kicker out of Boston College, occupies Tim Tebow’s old stall. The number is still here. It now belongs to Ben Obomanu, a veteran wide receiver who has played parts of seven seasons with the Seahawks. When the Jets first acquired Obomanu, he wore No. 9, but after a few days he was able to swap with undrafted free agent Zach Rogers. So Obomanu wears No. 15 now. “It’d be pretty neat if I did come in and could keep 15,” Obomanu joked not long after the switch to a reporter for the Jets’ website. “I’m pretty sure there’s some leftover 15 jerseys out there and I can have a little fan base from the start.” Yes, somehow the sun rose over Florham Park yesterday, and the world remained on its axis, and the Jets opened their mandatory minicamp bidding farewell to the remaining residue of Tebow Time. Because they are the Jets, they awoke a national punchline in some sectors, as the world breathlessly awaits how Bill Belichick will lay hands on Tebow now, resurrect his career, perform a Lazarus trick on his left arm (add your own Biblical reference here, if you like). Somehow, the Jets marshal on. “You telling me about that, that’s the first I’ve heard of it,” receiver Stephen Hill said, and he said it with a straight face, and he said it without irony, and he apparently was as serious as a tax audit. “I don’t do social media and I don’t do TV,” he said. “It’s all fake.” Fake was a wonderful word for Hill to bring up, actually, because yesterday, in an odd way, seemed like the first time in a long time anything about the Jets was genuine and real and not the product of some reality-show producer’s fever dream. Tebow was gone, New England’s problem (or secret weapon, if you believe the Belipologists), or whatever he’s going to be now that he’s wearing No. 5 and spreading the word on the other side of the Great Divide.