[CS-FSLUG] OT: Catholic Horses. . .

[Fred A. Miller]

Catholic Horses. . .

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 horse. 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.
By and by, 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 the* *last rites.'*

-- 
"Gun control is like trying to reduce drunk driving by making it 
tougher for sober people to own cars." - Unknown

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