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!!"
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."