SAN ANTONIO — At the end, the son sought out the father, and the father embraced the son, and that wasn’t just appropriate for the Brunsons. In that moment — the first in 53 years, one month, and three days when the Knicks were officially NBA champions — generations came together and hugged, roared, wept, toasted. Here. And everywhere.

In an apartment in Brooklyn, a son poured two glasses of Johnnie Walker Black: one for himself, one for his late father. In all the precincts in and around the city, fathers and mothers who introduced The City Game to their sons and daughters embraced if they were in the same room, called if they weren’t, and their words came out as haltingly as Jalen Brunson’s did.

“I’m in awe,” Brunson said.

He’s in awe?