Bubba was from Alabama and was a hard-shell Southern Baptist. He loved
to sneak away to the race track. One day he was there betting on the
ponies and losing his shirt when he noticed a priest step out onto the
track and bless the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th
race. Lo and behold, this horse -- a very long shot -- won the race.
Bubba was most interested to see what the priest did the next race.
Sure enough, he watched the priest step out onto the track as the
horses for the fifth race lined up, and placed a blessing on the
forehead of one of the horses. Bubba made a beeline for the window
and placed a small bet on the horse.
Again, even though another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed
won the race. Bubba collected his winning and anxiously waited to see
which horse the priest bestowed his blessing on for the 6th race. The
priest showed, blessed a horse, Bubba bet on it, and it won! Bubba was
As the day went on, the priest continued blessing one of the horses,
and it always came in first. Bubba 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 big money and awaited
the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the priest stepped out onto the track before the
last race and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears and hooves of one of
Bubba bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last. He was
dumbfounded.. He made his way to the track and when he found the priest,
he demanded, "What happened, Father? All day you blessed horses and they
won. The last race, you blessed a horse and he lost. "Now I've lost my
savings, thanks to you!!" he complained.
The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem with you
Protestants... you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing
and the Last Rites."