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 the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the 5th race 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 t hat was the longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
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 our separated brethren, you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and last rites!!'
(Photo Credit TOM HULL)
In other news from Andy over @ Towleroad, check out this commercial for the Jawbone Bluetooth headset. It claims to eliminate outside noise from your phone call. How it does so is the interesting part. Can't think of a better way to shut up a loud rugby team.
Which leads to the final part of this post, as previously mentioned, that is in regards to a regular feature of F6: SUPPORT THREE RIVERS ATHLETICS, which F6 also has a link section for on the bottom before the gay videos section. There our readers will find a list of all the different sports teams and athletic associations in the Fort Wayne area.
Our own Fort Wayne Rugby Club had its annual Leather Ball on Groundhog Day @ Columbia Street West. Unfortunately, due to an unforeseen memory lapse, F6's Editor forgot to report on it, so sorry. The schedule for next season hasn't been posted yet so if you want to find out more information contact Jeremy Steele @ 260-438-7776 or email him at jsteele@omnisource.com, to find out how you can participate in this grueling but very fun sport.
On a side note, the International Gay Rugby Association & Board (IGRAB!) Catchy acronym, btw! has a website. Indiana had two gay rugby teams but F6 cant find the websites at the moment. As soon as F6 does find it, the information will be posted here. If anyone knows what they are please leave a comment.
The Chicago Dragons are the closest team F6 can find at this time.
(Photo source: DDS? Ganked from FLIPFLOPSBOY with gratitude!)
11 February 2008
Begin the week with laughter: Horses Races & Rugby Bois
Chicken Scratched by F6's Editor at 23:53
Labels: humor, rugby, support three rivers athletics, Towleroad
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