One day while he was at the track betting on the ponies and nearly 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.
Mitch was most interested to see what the priest did the next race. Sure enough, the priest stepped out onto the track as the horses lined up for the 5th race, and placed a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for the 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 showed, blessed a horse, Mitch bet on it and it won!
Mitch was elated. As the day went on, the priest continued blessing horses, and they always came in first.
Mitch began to pull in some serious money, and by the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick stop at the ATM, withdrew 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 before the last race and blessed not only the forehead of one of the horses, but the horse's eyes, ears and hooves as well.
Mitch bet every cent he possessed and watched the horse come in dead last.
Dumbfounded, Mitch made his way to the track and confronted the priest, What happened, Father? All day long you blessed horses and they won. That last race you blessed one and he lost. Now, thanks to you, I've lost my savings.
The priest nodded wisely and said, That's the problem with Protestants you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites.
