Every so often during the never-ending basketball season, there is a game that stands out and deserves to be remembered. This is one of those games. Take out your red pen and circle it, ensuring that you will remember it in the future. Put it away in a safe place, like a drawer, for safekeeping.

And maybe come back to it in a couple of months, when it’s 30 degrees warmer outside, when it’ll feel 80 degrees hotter inside Madison Square Garden, when maybe there’s a dire moment that somehow turns delirious, a vexing setback that morphs into an invigorating success.

“We were in a funk,” said Karl-Anthony Towns, “and then we found a way to fight, fight, fight. And found a way to win.”

The Knicks were 0-8 at home when losing at the half, and then found themselves down 11 after three to the electric, elastic Rockets. The Garden was disconsolate. The Knicks had gotten relatively good news about OG Anunoby’s foot a few hours before, but the fact is he was still absent, and likely will be for a bit. The Rockets were short, too. But after a foggy no-show by the Knicks Saturday against the Lakers on national TV, this looked like a bookend buzzkill of a night at the big gym on top of Penn Station.