Today Henry Abbot, ESPN/True Hoop columnist and Blazers fan, will eat balut, a nasty nasty filipino dish, as part of losing a bet that the Blazers would beat the Suns. In fact he is searching for balut in Queens as I write this, and as the good sport that he is, he is tweeting about this misadventure and will video tape his attempt to eat the balut once acquired. Why am I writing about this? This, the spiritual low-point of the Blazers season where our collective stomachs are still clenched from the season's end, still feeling queasily full of fetal duck, beak, eyes, stinky embryonic fluid and all, after a season that was one long Return of the Living Dead car crash? Why? I'll tell you why. Because this is not only the low point but the turning point. I'll say it here and now: once Abbott's stomach is full of that half-formed, partially feathered, cartilaginous creature, the curse of 2009-2010 will be lifted. No more season-ending injuries, no more coach and owner cancers, no more front office controversies, no more isolation heavy offenses. The eating of the balut will reboot the Blazers. Move over Blaze. Balut is about to slam this one home!