Bubba was from Alabama, and was a good ol' 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 in 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 winnings 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 elated! 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 the horses.
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 all my
savings, thanks to you!!"
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