Kevin Terry is an everyman’s man.

He works – until recently, he was the New Orleans Hornets’ vice president of ticket sales and services. He’s married. He grabs a drink after work. Like a good husband, he brings his wife along and buys her drinks.

And he’s such a good husband that if any patron tries to make off with his wife, he’ll make them make out with his fist.

Or at least he’ll put them in a headlock.

And that’s exactly what he did some time late in October or early in November, according to a bartender at Lucy’s Retired Surfers Bar in the Warehouse District. Some drunk dude got cozy next to his wife one night and said something to her that made her flinch in revulsion. Mrs. Terry told Kevin, and he in turn scurried over to the offender and got cozy with him – with the crook of his elbow wrapped around the patron’s neck.

Soon after, Terry resigned from his position with the Hornets because of “family reasons.” Do you think he specified “wife too hot to take to bar” in the paperwork?

That’s some unfortunate timing – publicly putting a guy in a headlock one day, quitting your job the next. Many of us have quit jobs “for personal reasons” or wanted to after creating a scene.

Terry quit his job after doing something much nobler: defending his wife’s honor. That’s why he’s an everyman’s man.

On the other hand, Rasual Butler is nothing like an everyman’s man.

Butler, a reserve guard who hasn’t hit more than five shots in a game for the Hornets all season, played in nine NBA games between Nov. 16 and Dec. 1. In that span, he put up 37 shots and dismally missed 26 of them.

So, shortly before doing absolutely nothing other than missing both his shots in the team’s Dec. 2 win against the Dallas Mavericks (their first win over the Mavs since I was in 7th grade and Hornets star Chris Paul was in 9th), I asked him to remember better times -.like starring in the video for “Here We Go Again,” withTrina and Kelly Rowland, when he played for the Miami Heat.

“It was a lot of fun,” he said in the locker room. “It was one of the top five experiences in my life.”

I bet it was. The bulk of his acting has him sitting on the edge of a bed, shirtless, hanging his head in shame – he’s a cheater, you see – as Trina – the cuckold-slaps him, jostles him and lyrically admonishes him, “You done forgot who introduced you to rocks / And poppin’ all that cris an s- / Who letchu hit it from the back / Anyway that chu like? …”

“It opened a lot of other doors,” he told me, like acting and modeling.

Hmm. Here’s a millionaire with connections who, at times, is 24 percent efficient at doing his job, yet the cosmos reward him with both time on the set with Rowland – the one woman who’s hotter than Beyonce – and a part-time modeling gig.

Terry is noble, and noble is good.

Butler is lucky.

You take your pick.