03/23/2026
That’s a wrap on Season 4.
It’s become a running joke with our family and friends—but I swear—that REALLY was the last tournament.
What a season it’s been.
Even after five months, 98% of our athletes will still beg for just one more tournament (I actually got a text last night…) They have formed an incredible sisterhood, bound together by a deep love for this crazy game and for each other. They are fiercely competitive and hate losing nearly as much as they love winning (…though maybe not as much as they love TikTok). I say with complete confidence—there is not a single athlete that has not experienced growth this season. And at the end of the day, that’s what it’s all about.
We have some of the most supportive, enthusiastic parents. Ones who spend the weekends packing their cars full of coolers and younger siblings— driving hours after a weekend already filled with too many activities— just to give their girls the chance to do the thing they love. And they may be exhausted, but they still line up court side for a high five line.
And our community supporters. Wow! I honestly have never seen such amazing community support as I have for the communities behind our Smoke athletes. Smoke doesn’t happen without this. Sincerely—thank you.
Finally—our coaches ❤️ there is no better group. This season our coaches have juggled so many life circumstances while still managing to show up for our Smokers with incredible energy and enthusiasm. This year we have celebrated each other, supported each other, covered for each other. We truly have created a family. They give so much of themselves to this program (for literally peanuts) because they love the game, love the girls—and love Smoke. We could never, ever do this with anyone else. We know how incredibly lucky we are to have the coaches we have—and that somehow we keep convincing them to come back!
For us, this year felt like more in every direction—
more hours in the gym,
more miles on the road,
more late nights and early mornings,
more time away from our kids,
more money out of pocket,
more figuring it out as we went.
There were moments when the more felt like too much.
But then there were the good “mores”—
more athletes than ever,
more tournament wins than ever,
more college interest than ever,
more communities represented than ever.
And somehow, when we showed up on tournament mornings—bleary-eyed and way too early—the hard parts didn’t feel so heavy.
Every bit of “more” was worth it.
Thank you, Smokers, for another unforgettable season.