I’ve stood next to the 7-foot-3 Victor Wembanyama and felt puny, a different type of species. I’ve watched Gerald Green, a high-flying guard with the New Jersey Nets in early 2012, unleash the best in-game dunk in the history of my live viewing, a full windmill off an alley-oop. Again, I felt so utterly unrelatable to another human.

And it happened again Tuesday inside the Knicks training facility — albeit for bank account reasons —when Mikal Bridges explained why he signed an extension for less than the max.

“I think I’ve got a good amount of money,” Bridges said. “I don’t think a couple more M’s will change my life.”

To be clear, “M’s” means millions. I could never bring myself to abbreviate the word for that amount in the context of money, especially to pluralize it. A single ‘M’ would dramatically alter my existence.