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SAN ANTONIO — The greatest tales, the ones passed down like heirlooms, often end with an underdog placing a foot on the chest of a giant.

These stories survive because of the power packed within them. The lore of overachievers, of adversity conquerors, of those who prevail when defeat is expected, deliver the most inspiration. The late Dr. Albert Bandura, a noted psychologist and Stanford professor, called it vicarious reinforcement. People love underdogs not just because they see themselves looking back, but they find motivation in the role model’s success. It’s why these stories sometimes can get filled with hyperbole as they get lost in translation.

The legend of Jalen Brunson, now an NBA champion, follows this timeless story arc. It almost sounds fictional, exaggerated, much like the greatest stories told. But the tale of Brunson’s journey to this current glory is every bit as real as it is improbable. It sounds like a tale playing loose with veracity for the sake of emphasis. Yet it’s also a most traditional sports story, the kind that makes these games addictive and these figures immortalized.

On Saturday night, a second-round pick hoisted his sport’s most prized possession for a franchise known for its illusions of grandeur. The man many believed to be too small to lead a city has taken its millions of antsy congregators to The Promised Land safe and sound. Now the-supposed-6-foot-2 point guard is a monument taller than any skyscraper, while overcoming the game’s greatest giant to get the job done. Brunson was born in South Jersey, went to high school in the Chicago suburbs and played college ball in Philly. But now he’s a New York legend, good for a free meal in every borough for life.

The hero with the blue-and-orange cape, who has rescued the Knicks with clutch performance after clutch performance, bucket after bucket, scored 45 points in a Game 5, close-out game to defeat the San Antonio Spurs, 94-90, on the road. Michael Jordan, Giannis Antetokounmpo, Bob Pettit and, now, Jalen Brunson — the only players to ever score 45 points in a close-out NBA Finals victory.

After 53 years, the New York Knicks are NBA champions.

Number 11. The greatest Knick ever.

“I love (Patrick Ewing), and I hope he doesn’t kill me … he’s bigger than me, but we’re both old and slow, but Jalen Brunson is HIM when it comes to New York basketball,” head coach Mike Brown said. “He is freaking HIM.”

When the final buzzer sounded inside Frost Bank Center, a makeshift stage only built for champions was erected within minutes. The Knicks gathered as an organization to receive the hardware and praise that comes with being the last team standing. Cheers bounced off every corner of the arena from the thousands of fans who traveled hoping to witness New York back on top with their own eyes, to one day be able to pass down a story similar to the one passed down to them. As the presentation unfolded, Brunson stood front and center, his left arm resting on the shoulder of team owner James Dolan.

Dolan has controlled the Knicks for 27 years. He’s known for his squabbles with the NBA, fans, media and former players. New York has been a laughingstock for the majority of Dolan’s tenure, with bad hires, trades, draft picks and free-agent signings sinking a proud basketball town into the abyss.

Dolan now gets to be known as a champion, and it’s all because of that left arm on his shoulder, the one many NBA scouts doubted despite it leading to championships in both high school and college. Since arriving in New York in 2022, Brunson has led the Knicks to at least the Eastern Conference semifinals every season. Prior to his arrival, New York made it past the first round just once in 21 years.

New York steadily improved with Brunson as their leader. Last year, the franchise made it to the Eastern Conference finals for the first time in 25 years. That experience propelled one of the most dominant playoff runs ever this season, which ended with Dolan being able to grab the championship trophy from NBA commissioner Adam Silver, someone Dolan hasn’t always seen eye to eye with.

“Hey New York! I’m sorry it took so long, but here we are and hopefully it won’t take that long again,” Dolan said before grabbing the trophy.

The attention eventually turned to Brunson, where he was handed both the Larry O’Brien trophy and the Finals MVP trophy. He raised both toward the roof, where the jersey of former San Antonio Stars guard, Spurs assistant and current Las Vegas Aces head coach Becky Hammon hangs among the city’s basketball greats.

The irony.

Hammon is only important in Brunson’s story because her critique in 2023, when she was an ESPN analyst during the NBA playoffs, was the loudest of many who had the same feelings about the undersized guard.

“At the end of the day, they don’t have a dude,” Hammon said of the Knicks. “You have to have a 1A dude. They’re missing that at the end of the day.”

“They do have that dude,” colleague Kendrick Perkins retorted, “Jalen Brunson.”

“He’s too small,” Hammon said back.

If Brunson isn’t a “1A dude,” how do you explain 45 points in a close-out game in the Finals? How do you explain Brunson making the 7-foot-4 alien on the Spurs look like an earthling? Brunson’s foot on the laid-out body of Victor Wembanyama will be how his story is told decades from now. Brunson, who now has 10 40-point games in his postseason career, averaged 32.6 points per game in the finals against a defensive as aggressive, fast and diverse as any seen this decade. Brunson’s numbers in the clutch rise above everyone’s since Jordan. He has quite literally won a championship at every level — twice in college at Villanova.

Earlier this month, as the Knicks were on a trail of destruction toward the finals, Hammon was asked about her 2023 comments and doubled down, but added that she hopes to be proved wrong.

“I didn’t respond to them then and I damn sure not going to respond to them now,” Brunson said Saturday before dropping the mic.

Brunson walked to the podium with both trophies, one in each arm. Ski goggles were just above his eyes, with residue from a champagne shower sticking to the black lens. Before sitting down, Brunson walked to the far edge of the table and saw familiar media faces. A smile broke out across his face before asking us a question first.

“Do I be myself or do I talk my s—!?” he said with an awkward yet serious smile.

This is the duality of Brunson, and why he’s the King of New York. At his core, Brunson has the humbleness of an everyman. When media wants to shower him with questions about his greatness, he reverts to praising his teammates and coaches. He always seems to be in the moment, never riding the high of success or dwelling in the sorrows of defeat. This is the guy who, when the Knicks won the NBA Cup this season, devised a plan to make sure that the peripheral people in the Knicks organization — medical staff, public relations, locker-room attendants, etc. — received a portion of the money that the players get for winning the in-season tournament. This is who Brunson is.

Brunson, the player, is a killer. His game has the bravado of a street-ball legend in Queens or Harlem. His bang-bang crossover into a smooth, step-back jumper has deflated fan bases across the country. His herky-jerky, stop-and-go style is as particular to him as The Shammgod once was to New York City playgrounds. Confidence oozes out of Brunson when the basketball is in his hand, when the game is on the line.

The combination of the person and player is the perfect representation of New York, a city known for its blue-collar roots but brash personalities.

Brunson, though, couldn’t be at the top of the hill without the likes of Josh Hart, Karl-Anthony Towns, OG Anunoby and Mikal Bridges. The Knicks were a well-oiled machine these playoffs, packed with pick-your-poison offensive weapons and slap-the-floor defensive dawgs. Yet, this Knicks starting lineup wouldn’t have been possible without Brunson’s selflessness.

In the summer of 2024, Brunson left $113 million on the table when he signed his extension. Part of the reasoning was to allow the Knicks front office to be able to build a true contender, to add the perfect pieces around its perfect star. New York doesn’t get Bridges and Towns without Brunson taking less money. It doesn’t make the move for Anunoby if the powers that be didn’t view Brunson as one of the game’s elite.

The qualities and talent that made the Knicks champions came to fruition because of a culture Brunson helped create.

“He understands what winning is about,” Brown says. “He took a pay cut that I wouldn’t take. Every time they would throw that number in front of me, I would say no, and I feel like I’m a great guy. He set the bar. That set the standard.”

With all due respect to Knicks greats like Ewing, Walt Frazier and Willis Reed, Brunson is now the greatest Knick of all-time. Before Saturday night, Brunson had a seat next to those guys, but the chairs got rearranged once he lifted the franchise’s first championship in 53 years, putting him at the head of the table. Ewing, Frazier and Reed weren’t asked to thrive in a social-media age, with constant reminders about how long it’s been since New York was relevant for more than just its name. They didn’t play in a position-less NBA, where big men play like guards and lineups with the shortest player being 6-foot-6 are common. They didn’t do the impossible and make Dolan a champion. Brunson did these things.

In 2026, Brunson is the real unicorn — not Wembanyama, not Antetokounmpo, not Kevin Durant. Brunson’s archetype is heading toward extinction more with each passing day. Barely-6-foot guards, especially ones drafted in the second round, aren’t taking teams to the NBA Finals, let alone leaving as winners.

Even if Brunson never dribbles another basketball while wearing the blue and orange, he will be immortalized inside the world’s most famous arena. Number 11 will one day hang in the rafters. There might be a statue.

The game’s current, greatest small man isn’t just larger than life in New York. Brunson has placed New York back on top of the basketball world, where it belongs.

It’ll be a story told for the rest of time.