One day, while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a Catholic priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race. Lo and behold, that horse, despite being a very long shot, won the race.Before the next race, while the horses were lining up, Mitch watched with interest as the old priest stepped onto the track. Sure enough, as the horses came to the starting gate, the priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of them.
Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse that the priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless for the next race. Mitch bet big on it, and it won.
Mitch was elated. As the races continued the priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one came in first. By the last race, Mitch knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.
The priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
The priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag came in last. Mitch, in a state of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was standing.
Confronting the old priest, Mitch exclaimed, "Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to you, I've lost every cent of my savings!"
Confronting the old priest, Mitch exclaimed, "Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to you, I've lost every cent of my savings!"
The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy. "Son", he said, "that's the problem with you Protestants: you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites".
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