It’s entirely possible that whenever this season ends — this week, next week, next month — we will start to hear a few things about Tyson Chandler, about his neck, about his knee, about just how badly the late-season flu knocked out his legs and deflated his lungs.

To Chandler’s credit, we hear none of those things now. Even as he seemed ready to cough up a kidney yesterday, he insisted he feels terrific.

“Yup, I’m great,” he said, cutting that part of the interrogation off before it could get anywhere.

So what we’re left with is this: Chandler is not hurt. He is not hobbled. He is not heaving.

And he is also not having a very good time of things in these Eastern Conference semifinals. Roy Hibbert is dominating him. The other interior Pacers — David West, Tyler Hansbrough, Paul George — don’t fear him even a little bit as they power through the lane and crash the boards and generally make the Knicks look smaller and weaker than a CYO B-team.

And he is also not having a very good time of things in these Eastern Conference semifinals. Roy Hibbert is dominating him. The other interior Pacers — David West, Tyler Hansbrough, Paul George — don’t fear him even a little bit as they power through the lane and crash the boards and generally make the Knicks look smaller and weaker than a CYO B-team.