Ladies and gentlemen, this is your in-head color commentator, Saoirse Satirical I've got a story for you. This time it's about the world's number one dancing, sports, legend (and my legs)-Saoirse Storm
At eighteen, our Camogie (women's Irish lacrosse) superspore is an unintentional mystery detective in: The Case of the Curious Whiskeys.
The County Tyrconnell Hurling Club (coed/men's pro side) is the worst club in all ire, but is it entirely their fault? It's a well-known fact that any hurler who goes pro for the Wolves loses all their magic
That's right, their mojo goes missing, their skills go soft They may have... dare I even suggest it? Hurl-ectile Dysfunction
That's where our girl comes in.
When Saoirse throws a match to prolong her death pact, her loss inadvertently forces the Wolves to close, taking with it her one way out of her bonds (Intense, right?) But thanks to a loophole in the law, if Saoirse is found guilty of crimes she didn't commit, the Wolves will get a chance at redemption against their hurling rivals Except without magic or anybody who can put points on the board, they're bound to lose.
They need a therapist to discover the secret cure to their magical mystery (locked somewhere in a stepdance cabaret); they need a player who loves to score... goals; they need a girl like the one about to be locked in a dungeon; they need,
Saoirse Storm