Anyways, since he was a last-minute replacement, Fr. Tobin had a couple of stock jokes he used to put the audience into a hearty mood. One of them I found very funny. Paraphrasing somewhat, the joke went like this:
A Catholic priest used to go down to the racetrack every week. He'd walk up to a certain horse, bless him, and then go and bet on him. Every week, whichever horse he blessed would - against all odds - come in first. Word spread of this soon enough, and a number of the priest's Protestant friends heard of this. One week, they followed the priest to the track, and bet on the horse they saw him with. To their shock, the horse finished dead last, staggering to the finish line. Angered, the priest's friends demanded an explanation: "Every week, you bless a horse, and he finishes first. The first week we rely on your blessing, the horse finishes dead last! What gives?" The priest shook his head, and said, "That's the trouble with you Protestants. You don't know the difference between a blessing and Last Rites."