These are confusing days. Two plus two has become a matter of opinion, and nothing good can be enjoyed without moral compromise.

When the Knicks won their previous two championships, I was a standard-bred college student. I had long hair, a fake ID with which to illegally buy and drink beer. I smoked a lot of pot and cast my first presidential vote for George McGovern.

Yep, right out of the Woodstock playbook. In 1987, when Harvard law professor Douglas Ginsburg removed himself from being a U.S. Supreme Court candidate after admitting to having smoked pot in the early 1970s, I wondered if the nation realized that he’d have been considered an oddball had he not.

So when the Knicks won in 1970 and ’73, I felt only one thing: joy. I loved those teams for how they played as much as for the “New York” on their uniforms.