And there wouldn’t be another person anywhere in the saloon who would have denied you the right to act that way. That is what James Dolan did to Knicks fans yesterday. He spit in your eye. He slapped you in the face. He whistled at your girlfriend. He took the drink money you had on the bar and he slipped it in his pocket. He treated you like the worst kind of punk, because he knows he can get away with it. Because that has been the story of James Dolan’s tenure with the Knicks: There are no rules for him to play by, no sense of fair play. Fans are suckers, to be treated that way, to be scoffed at and sneered at. You think you matter? Not to James Dolan, you don’t.I take back everything I said about the Isiah Thomas stuff yesterday. The outpouring of hilarious New York sportswriter vitriol was well worth the headache.