Personally, I don’t believe in curses.

After all, aren’t curses reserved for gypsies, tramps and thieves, as Cher once sang?

But when it comes to the Curse of Bobby Layne, I’m not hedging any bets.

Many younger people may not remember Bobby Layne, who was a top-flight quarterback for the Detroit Lions back in the 1950s when the Motown team was still winning NFL championships

But most of them are vaguely aware of the curse he put on the Lions after they traded him to the then lowly Pittsburgh Steelers in 1959.

Layne said the Lions would not win another NFL championship, and he has turned out to be spot on in his prediction.

Year after year has passed and the Lions are still seeking a Super Bowl spot. Even the Tampa Bay Buccaneers have won a Super Bowl.

This past Sunday was a sterling example of Layne’s voo-doo.

Playing a heavily favored Kansas City team, the Lions had two blatantly bad calls go against them.

One took away a touchdown pass by Kenny Golladay that would given them a second half lead.

The other was a phantom Detroit fumble at the Chiefs one-yard line that was returned for a 100-yard KC touchdown.

Of course, the NFL’s review committee in New York City had the final say on both plays and we all know what happens to the Lions when that happens.

Remember the no-call penalty against Dallas in the playoffs a few years ago that turned around the game in the Cowboys favor?

Or the infamous 10-second runoff reversal with the Lions on the one-yard line, set to score?

And then there was the Calvin Johnson no-catch touchdown call against Chicago. Johnson clearly had the ball in his hands all the way to the ground. The equally infamous possession ruling.

All of those decisions came from New York, and they never seems to go against the league’s darling (read Cowboys, Patriots, Packers, Giants, etc.) franchises.

As for the fumble last week, how can a player fumble when he’s on his back?

And somewhere — probably in New York City — Bobby Layne’s ghost was sitting back with a cigar and a cool one and laughing his rear-end off.