NEW YORK — If we've learned one thing — and that's debatable — it's clear there are no lethal losses in the warped sports world of James Dolan.

Not three points to a Dwayne Wade-less (and previously winless) Miami at home.

Not an 0-4 western road trip, where Isiah Thomas lost whatever respect his fully renovated roster of Knicks may have had for him once upon a time by brushing off the players' unanimous vote to sit homing pigeon Stephon Marbury for one game for the game he deserted them.

Not getting wailed at home by two dozen and two by the then-What-Me Warriors.

Not an embarrassing 104-59 Massachusetts mail-it-in, where only a Nate Robinson buzzer-beating half court heave prevented an all-time low franchise point total.

Not a home-and-home horror against the sad-sack Sixers, losing two by a combined 39 points.

Not even the most recent repulsion, a 117-110 Garden-variety gag against the 5-17 StuporSonics, who, unlike the Knicks, played the previous night, are 29th of 30 teams in defense allowed (109 points), and are devoid of a true center, thus forcing them to rely on Kurt Thomas, the last physically and mentally tough guy to play for the False Prophet.

Guess who had twice as many blocked shots (two) as the entire Knicks team? Guess who had nine points and eight rebounds in 30 minutes? Guess who's one of the elite mid-range jump shooters still active? Guess whose savage pick freed Kevin Durant for the victory-deciding 2-handed jamboree?

At 7-17 after Monday's home loss to the Indiana Pacers, the Knicks are batting .292; and then there are those athletes, George Mitchell (Wiggins) submits, who should be authorized to swig performance-enhancing drugs.

If this were a limbo contest, we'd already have the winner. How low can the Knicks go before Dolan must admit he was a dope last season for bequeathing Thomas a reported four-year, $24 million extension?

I know I'm an ass to assume Dolan understands the concept of the NBA standings. Still, I've got to believe even he realizes it's not especially encouraging to be tied for last in the Eastern Conference with the Heat — whose record is somewhat misleading considering Wade is back in the high life again, that is, unless you witnessed the latest home invasion by the Wizards — and be ahead of but one (the 3-20 Timberwolves) slug.

Based strictly on the Knicks' wins and losses, the disparity in the results, the chumps they've made look like champs, the bad body language, the fake shame by hiding their heads under towels, and the unconstructive compatibility in all lines of work give us the vague impression the players have quit on the eagle talent eye responsible for rounding up every single one of them in suspect trades, free agent squandering and the draft, where it appears (no offense to Wilson Chandler) he came up zero last June; we know him as the team president who impersonates a Knicks coach at games and practices.

Does Dolan comprehend any of the observable above or is he oblivious to most of it? Guess that answers that. Otherwise, security would've escorted Thomas and his staff out of the building weeks ago.

OK, so we agree Dolan fails to grasp the majority of those transpiring transparencies. That doesn't necessarily make him a bad person, just a slack superior of the highest order who adheres to anesthetized impulses and doesn't listen to a soul.

Allow me to qualify that; twice now, when Dolan was making more of a fool of himself than usual, David Stern was finally able to influence him to settle the Larry Brown and Anucha Sanders Brown ugliness.

In the last case, no doubt Dolan avoided punitive penalties, additional harmful publicity and a suspension for himself, Garden president Steve Mills and Thomas.

If I know Stern, part of that deal could involve a promise from Dolan that Thomas will be fired shortly.

In the meantime, I wonder if Dolan has the foggiest notion how depressing the Knicks locker room has become. If not, he should do himself a favor and find a source other than Mills and the Garden's public relations staff of stiffs.

OK, OK, if you insist, Sour Baby James, I volunteer.

I don't know how to say this so I guess I'll just write the truth: Everybody, from the players to male secretary Jonathan Supranowitz, wants Thomas to lose. He has united your organization against him — though only players owning guaranteed mega-million contracts dare demonstrate it. On a nightly basis.

Check it out, James; the players are sick of Thomas berating and belittling them in private. Presuming some of them can play, they do not want to do it for him. Many, I'm told have asked, demanded and outright screamed to be traded at assistants in the dressing room after losses.

Malik Rose is on the record as wanting out. Quentin Richardson, David Lee and Eddy Curry also are begging to be gone.

The good news is, Nate Robinson, I'm informed, has spewed, too, a desire to distance himself from the insane asylum run by Nurse Ratched, er, Thomas. Who wouldn't want such an inventive maker of plays? No matter how well he's covered, IncrimiNate is always able to find himself open for a shot.

How depressing have the Knicks become? The other night a player told me Curry was moaning on the bench, "Get me out of here! Please get me out of here!"

Hey, I've got a novel idea: Instead fire Isiah. And expatriate Dolan.

Afterthought, Part I: Mark Cuban says "All I want to hear from fans is if the beer is cold and the hot dogs are hot."

Of the 15,000 fans at the game the other night, how many would have assigned Curry to cover Dirk Nowitzki?

Answer: Only one.

Curry cannot possibly cover on the perimeter where Dirk set up business and his 11.3 extra kg prohibits him from guarding the rim.

Afterthought, Part II: As most of the other possible candidates from the "Golden Age of Knickerbockers Basketball are otherwise engaged, I propose Bill Hoskett as a candidate for the impending opening as head coach. Great bloodlines, Olympian, Ohio State Golden Age, a cog in the perfect Knicks' NBA championship wheel, current OSU analyst and confined his headlines to one while a member of the team: "Bill undergoes knife." Very refreshing. Right guy at the right time.

Afterthought, Part III: According to IT, we can expect 61 more new and improved excuses. At least that gives us something to look forward to.

Afterthought, Part IV: Everything already was predicted about Thomas' predicament, and I quote:

Isaiah 1:2, "Children (i.e., players) have I raised (i.e., drafted or traded for) and exalted (i.e., signed to ridiculous long-term contracts), but they have rebelled against me."

Afterthought, Part V: Jared Jeffries is Charles Smith, reincarnate, minus his ability to finish strong on putbacks.

Peter Vecsey covers the NBA for the New York Post.