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The forgettable Celtics-Sixers preseason tilt has already been flushed from my memory, and all I can think about is that October 30th opener in South Beach.  In the grand scheme of things that game will soon be forgotten, too, because it is only Game 1 of 82 on the regular season schedule.  There will be other, more meaningful games to be played for sure.

But not many.

This is Ray Allen’s first game in a Heat uniform, a chump of the highest order if ever there was one.

But guess what?  Instead of bemoaning and begruding Allen’s move, I celebrate it.  Why?  Because the Miami Heat not only signed Allen on the dotted line, they also invoked something far more sinister and incendiary:  The Curse of Jesus Shuttlesworth.

Mark my words, Celtics fans – now that Allen is a member of the Heat, he has not only ripped a hole in the space-time continuum, he has invoked the wrath of our dearly departed Red Auerbach.  And who better to curse the Heat than the patriarch himself?

Yes, the curse is on.  The curse is real.  Just you wait and see.  Strange bounces in the playoffs, blown calls, freak injuries at the most inopportune times.  It’s all going to add up and conspire to keep Allen from winning another ring.

So be sure to celebrate Allen’s passing to the land of thongs and roller skates.

He may think he’s in heaven, but hell is where the heat’s the hottest.