And now for something completely different...
According to unidentified and sketchy sources a major roster change has been allowed. KZSH Lead Sports Reporter M. E. Dia-Lies revealed late night meetings have taken place at BSO Field offices with tournament administration and representatives of the Irish President Michael Higgins - it was actually a third cousin twice removed and his second wife because his first one was 53% Scottish and 48% Irish with a smidgen of Welsh blood was sacked ((not by the ones who sacked those who were sacked previously) the former relative by way of the first wife was a mathematician, and he was also sacked).
M. E. Dia-Lies reports that Irish coffee was flowing freely during the secret meeting and Commissioner Moshua Jartinez, still no relation to the Sportzcommish, had double shots of the Irish element with his caffeinated beverage and was heard singing loudly, "I am a long tall Texan." (He stands only 5'9").
An anonymous source, not the one mentioned earlier as he's the unidentified and sketchy one, states that crh614, owner of the 3rd-seeded Irish Cowboys, with pressure from President Higgins (not from the previously mentioned distant relatives, current or former) to replace his team with true Irishmen. The anonymous source, the second one (follow carefully, please), released a document that KZSH Lead Sports Reporter M. E. Dia-Lies lost and details a new roster led by a father and son duo who deny nepotism exists. Texan Commissioner Jartinez, still short but really handsome, was heard to say, "I love Irish coffee!"
In a since-deleted Tack-Tick video, crh614, was heard saying, "You're sacked," to a now-former player of the Irish Cowboys.
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