Catholic Horses!!
One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing
his shirt, Shamus O'Leary noticed a Priest who stepped out onto the
track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Low and behold, that horse -- a very long shot --- won the race.
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Shamus watched
with interest as the old Priest step onto the track again; sure
enough, as the horses of the 5th race came to the starting gate the Priest made a
blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Shamus 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.
Shamus collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse
the Priest would bless for the 6th race.
The Priest again blessed a horse.
Shamus bet big on it this time, and it won. Shamus was ecstatic.
As the races continued the Priest kept blessing long shot horses, and
each one ended up coming in first and Shamus was making a fortune.
By and by, Shamus was pulling in some incredibly serious money.
By the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were coming true.
He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his life 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. He blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the
day.
One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing
his shirt, Shamus O'Leary noticed a Priest who stepped out onto the
track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Low and behold, that horse -- a very long shot --- won the race.
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Shamus watched
with interest as the old Priest step onto the track again; sure
enough, as the horses of the 5th race came to the starting gate the Priest made a
blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Shamus 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.
Shamus collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse
the Priest would bless for the 6th race.
The Priest again blessed a horse.
Shamus bet big on it this time, and it won. Shamus was ecstatic.
As the races continued the Priest kept blessing long shot horses, and
each one ended up coming in first and Shamus was making a fortune.
By and by, Shamus was pulling in some incredibly serious money.
By the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were coming true.
He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his life 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. He blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the
day.
Shamus observed the Priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of
the old nag. Shamus knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned
on that old horse.
He then watched dumb founded as the old nag come in dead last.
Shamus, in a state of absolute shock and disillusionment 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 I've ever made plus all 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."
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