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One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped 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 as the old priest stepped onto the track. Sure enough, as the horses in the fifth race 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. Agasin, even thought it was another long shot, the horse the priest 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 horse. Mitch bet big on it, and the horse won. Mitch was elated. AS the races continued, the priest kept blessing long shot horses and each one ended up coming in first.
Mitch was raking 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 blesssing that would tell him which horse to bet on.
True to form, 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 observed that the priest also blessed the eyes, ears and hooves of the old nag.
Mitch knew he had a winner, and bet every last cent he owned on the old nag. He then watched, dumbfounded, as the old nag came 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 life's savings. All of it!"
The old 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."
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with interest as the old priest stepped onto the track. Sure enough, as the horses in the fifth race 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. Agasin, even thought it was another long shot, the horse the priest 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 horse. Mitch bet big on it, and the horse won. Mitch was elated. AS the races continued, the priest kept blessing long shot horses and each one ended up coming in first.
Mitch was raking 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 blesssing that would tell him which horse to bet on.
True to form, 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 observed that the priest also blessed the eyes, ears and hooves of the old nag.
Mitch knew he had a winner, and bet every last cent he owned on the old nag. He then watched, dumbfounded, as the old nag came 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 life's savings. All of it!"
The old 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."
