A drunk man decides to go ice fishing. He gathers his gear and walks until he finds a large patch of ice. He heads to the center and begins to saw a hole.
Suddenly, a loud, booming voice comes from the sky. "You will find no fish under that ice."
The drunk looks around but sees no one. He starts sawing again. Once more, the voice speaks, "As I said before, there are no fish under the ice."
The drunk looks high and low but can't see a soul. He picks up the saw and tries one more time.
Before he can start, the huge voice interrupts. "I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!"
The drunk, now flustered and somewhat scared, asks, "How do you know there are no fish? Are you God trying to warn me?"
"No," the voice replies. "I am the manager of this hockey rink."