A naval captain in the 1800s sees an enemy flotilla of 5 ships. He yells at his aide, "Quick, get me my RED SHIRT!" He puts on his red shirt, battle is waged, and the captain and his fleet destroys the enemy flotilla.
His aide asks, "Captain, I did as you say, but why? Is that a lucky shirt, sir?"
The captain replies, 'No, it's that if I get wounded I don't want my crew to see me bleed and think all is lost. That is all.'
The next day, the captain is alerted to a full fleet of 50 enemy ships. He then yells to his aide,
"Quick, get me my BROWN PANTS!"
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