Hubert wanted to do a little ice fishing.

He had never done it before, but he had watched a TV program about it on a cable channel, so he knew what gear to buy.

After a trip to Canadian Tire, he packed his knapsack, took his new ice fishing gear and set out to enjoy his first ice fishing experience.

Once on the ice, he laid down his knapsack, took his new ice auger, and was just about to start making a hole in the ice, when he heard a booming voice from overhead. "There are no fish under the ice!!" said the voice.

Startled, Hubert took his gear and moved about fifty feet to another spot on the ice, and was about to make a hole when, again, he heard the voice."Do not drill there!!!" said the loud booming voice.

Again, Hubert took his stuff and moved farther along the ice surface. Again, he was about to start making a hole when the voice boomed in again. "Hubert, you must not make a hole in the ice!!!"

Hubert, not being blessed with an abundance of grey matter, looked skyward, and said, "Is that you God?"

"No", said the voice. "This is the Stadium Manager!!!"