One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but
losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a 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 - a very long shot - won the race.
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with
interest the old priest step onto the track.
Sure enough, as the 5th race horses came to the starting gate the
priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
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 the
priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which
horse the priest would bless for the 6th race. The priest again blessed a
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 ended
up coming in first.
Bye and bye, Mitch was pulling in some serious money. By the last
race, he 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.
True to his pattern, 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 come in dead last. Mitch, in a
state of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was.
Confronting the old priest he demanded, "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 - all of it!".
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 last rites."