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 as the old priest stepped onto the track.  Sure enough,
as the 5th race began, 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.
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.
As Mitch observed, the priest then blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves
of the horse.  Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned
on the horse.
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 blessing and the last rites.