It was Bill Parcells who famously said that you are what your record says you are. Except with the Knicks. They’re still operating as if they are what last year’s record says they are. Or were. It’s one of the reasons they’ve arrived in November looking as if they’re still hungover.

It was also Parcells, who said really smart things all the time and still does, who said that it wasn’t his job to take his team’s temperature for the media every single day. No worries about that with our Knicks, even just six games into this and even with their defense of that silly NBA Cup — oh no! — looking like a problem. The media is taking the Knicks temperature after all four losses so far and two wins, as if practically every possession — or missed Jalen Brunson shot — is a referendum on whether or not they can do it again.

It was Josh Hart, team spokesman and all-around truth teller with the Knicks, who said this after the 76ers did it to them again on Friday night, this time in Philly:

“We all feel the fatigue. We’ve got to fight through it. Six games in, but we have to find a way to make sure we get our bodies ready to play every day.”

Then Brunson had some fun with that, saying this in response to another ‘Nova Knick:

“Josh says he feels fatigue. So Josh is as old as s–t.”

Brunson didn’t look old on Friday night against the 76ers. Just off, a beat behind the music, the way he has in just about every game so far, absent that rousing finish against the Bulls the other night in Chicago. The leader of the band was 8-for-22 from the field, 3-for-10 shooting 3’s. In what is of course a crazy small and early sample Brunson (coming back from wrist surgery) is shooting 40% from the field through six games, his 3-point percentage is 32.5%. Even his free throw percentage is down from 84% to 76 right now.

He did make a big 3-pointer to get the Knicks ahead on Friday night, 90-89, with around 90 seconds left. They had come back against the 76ers the way they had come all the way back from much further back to beat the Bulls, at which point this season finally did look like last season.

But then LeBron James — once again That Guy down the stretch — made a fallaway in the lane with OG Anunoby crawling all over him again, the kind of shot that once again made LeBron act as if he’d forgotten what year it is. Brunson missed a right-side jumper, V.J. Edgecombe buried a three at the other end. It was 94-90, Sixers, with half-a-minute left. Knicks timeout. They came out of it and Brunson fell down, got a call against Edgecombe, but only could make the first of two free throws.

It was still 94-91 and here they came again. Once again Tyrese Maxey, for whom the Knicks still don’t have an answer, was flying again. But Maxey missed this time. Only there was the 41-year-old James tipping the ball home and it was 96-91 with 11 seconds and change left and the Sixers were about to do it to the Knicks again, just as they had on Opening Night at the Garden. It wasn’t the kind of flying tip for the ages from LeBron that OG had made in the Finals. It just got the job done. Once again the 76ers were just a little bit better at the end of October. No Knick was close to being the best player on the court in the fourth quarter because LeBron was, finishing with 20 points and nine rebounds and eight assists, knocking on the door of another triple-double as he did the most to knock out the champs on this night.

The Knicks started out 0-3. Now they’re 2-4. It’s the same record as the Heat, who started out 0-4 with Giannis and had everybody in a full panic in South Florida, even with 78 games left to play.

No panic around here, no reason for Knick fans to act jumpier than day traders. We all know the kind of ballers they are. But the reason they do have the record they do at the moment is obvious: They are still wasting too much time on the 24-second clock, which is what they did last season when they looked nothing at all like a real contender, or future champ. They are turning the ball over too much. OG disappeared on offense on Friday night the way Mikal Bridges has a few times already. Brunson had the most points on Friday night but Karl-Anthony Towns was their reliable shot, ending up with 22 points and 12 rebounds and — wonder of wonders — managing to play the entire game without committing a single personal foul.

Maybe worst of all? The Knicks fell behind again, and by double-digits again. If this were tennis, you’d say that the Knicks keep losing the first set, sometimes badly. The good news? The Nets are coming into the Garden on Monday night like a form of federal basketball relief. It will be a wonderful chance for the Knicks to start acting as if the parade really is finally over.

Mike Brown, always a grownup in the room, said this after Friday night’s loss, talking about the 76ers getting 23 points off 13 more Knicks turnovers:

“It’s been going on all year,” Brown said. “We’re trying to hit a home run every time we get the ball. And we have to hit singles. We can’t hit a home run. We gotta hit singles.”

Yikes. As insanely early as it is, maybe Knicks fans should worry. Coach Brown sounded like he was talking about the Yankees.

BUCK ISN’T TROY’S AGENT, A GIANT START FOR J.J. & YANKEES SHOULD LISTEN TO JORGE …

I’m guessing it’s too late for Joe Buck and Troy Aikman to try couples counseling.

But here’s a question for Troy, who apparently is doing the most whining about Buck being the only member of the team to have a new deal:

Whoever told him that Joe Buck needed to have a side hustle as his agent?

I’m starting to worry that this might turn out to be more than a slow start for the Nets.

Somehow Aaron Glenn always makes things worse for himself when he starts explaining why things worked out the way they did with clock management.

What J.J. McCarthy did last Sunday against the Texans doesn’t mean that the Giants are automatically going to have a quarterback controversy when Jaxson Dart is healthy again next season (even though they might if McCarthy keeps going good).

But it is fair to say this:

Jaxson never looked any better running it or slinging it than McCarthy did in Houston.

Or when the kid from Michigan was trying to bring the Giants back against the Saints in the fourth quarter the week before.

Listen: If you’re not watching what a teenager named Cooper Flagg is doing with the Mavs — when he’s not getting cheap-shotted by Andrew Nesmith, anyway — then you’re missing one of the greatest basketball shows on earth these days.

There’s a lot of good reasons why Dusty May left Michigan — starting with the Wild West Show that college basketball has become in the world of NIL and transfer portals — but the biggest and best reason of all was the chance to coach Flagg.

One of the very best images after the Brewers won it all was Sal Frelick (always remember that you can never go wrong with a Boston College man) running in from the outfield after the final out and clearly yelling “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

Put it this way:

If the Yankees aren’t listening to what Jorge Posada is saying, they ought to be.

For the last time — though it probably won’t be the last time here — Posada remains one of the underrated great Yankees of all time.

It seems to have become kind of official that Jayson Tatum and Jaylen Brown have stopped calling each other on their birthdays.

You know who hasn’t looked fatigued so far?

Steph Curry.

How in the world did the WNBA, in the process of staging such a wonderful final between Atlanta and Golden State, end up having to schedule Game 6 at 12:30 in the east, and 9:30 a.m. Valkyrie time?

The more things change with the Jets, the more things stay the same:

Instead of Keyshawn telling them to throw him the damn ball, now it’s Garrett Wilson.

He probably looks at Marvin Harrison Jr. getting traded to the Texans and thinks, I’ll have what he’s having.

Who in the world was surprised that Bo Bichette exercised his option to stay with the Mets?

Unless you think somebody else was prepared to step up to the plate and pay this guy $42 million to play baseball next season.

Provided there is a next season.

By the way?

You want to know when baseball started slowly and inexorably moving towards the cliff?

When Major League Baseball was so terrified that the Dodgers were about to hold a going-out-of-business sale when they were owned by Frank McCourt.

Before long a bankruptcy court was signing off on the purchase of the Dodgers by Mark Walter — you can start the clock on when he’ll be the beauty selling the team — and not paying much attention to where Walter’s money was coming from.

Eventually the Dodgers were winning three World Series in six years and spending a vulgar amount of (other people’s?) money to do it.

And now here we are.

Good times.

Every time I see Hal Steinbrenner get blamed for everything I think, Damn that Hal for assembling these rosters that keep falling short.

Lastly today:

Let James Dolan be the bigger man for once and give Marv Albert a night.

Isiah can come back to the Garden.

But Marv can’t.

Got it.