Lovie Smith wanted to go ice fishing. He'd read many books on the subject, and finally, after getting all the necessary tools together, he made for the nearest frozen lake.
After locating his spot, he started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
Startled, Lovie moved further down the ice, turned up his smooth jazz and began to cut another hole. Again from the heavens, the voice bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
Lovie, now quite worried, moved down to the opposite end of the ice, set up his stool, and tried again to cut his hole. The voice came once more, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
He stopped, looked skyward and said, "Is that you Lord?"
The voice replied, "No ... this is the Ice-Rink Manager...."