This is the first and only time I will write a post with a WNBA tag, so you know something epic went down.  Last night the Detroit Shock and the LA Sparks threw etiquette and sports(wo)manship to the wayside and had themselves a good, old fashioned televised chick-fight.  Today, league officials are reviewing the incident in order to decipher the events and determine the punishments to be handed out.  No need, I’ve got it covered: The events- awesome.  To be handed out- medals. 

Here are 5 good reasons to love the WNBA brawl.

• On display here is the main reason that a fight between female athletes will forever trump any fight between men; pure, unalduterated, uncontainable hatred.  When male athletes fight it is because they are angry and impulsive, and once they realize they are on camera they immediately try their best to look tough (usually to no avail, as they wind up throwing wimpy, Carmelo-esque punches) while also doing their best to avoid being hit.  Not so here.  Once this scuffle begins these women immediately despise every fiber of one another’s being, and have that Jack Nicholson breaking through the door in The Shining kind of look in their eyes.  Their need to be held back and their genuine desire to get back in the scrum is palpable.  If this was allowed to continue I promise it would have ended in a bloody mess.
• Rick Mahorn: Peacekeeper.  I couldn’t be more anxious for Mahorn’s press conference explaining his actions here.  Even if he was truly just trying to protect his players and the integrity of the game, he’ll be hard-pressed to justify his method;  swatting Lisa Leslie across the court like a badminton birdie.
• DeLisha Milton-Jones: Regulator.  Ms. Milton-Jones would be the one in your video who runs up and punches Rick Mahorn in the back after he shoved Leslie away.  This may be the wrong metaphor, but can you believe the stones on this woman?  Granted, her fist landing squarely on Mahorn’s back probably felt to him like being hit with a spitball feels to you or me, but let’s give credit where credit is due.  This is the sports equivalent of running to the aide of an acquaintance in the midst of a bear attack, and let’s be honest, you’re leaving his ass.
• This photo of former Detroit Bad Boy Bill Laimbeer.  He looks like a proud father whose baby girl just took her first steps. 
• Ratings, plain and simple.  I will guarantee right here today, that the ratings and attendance for the next Shock-Sparks game jump by 50% each.  And judging by the number of butts in the seats of the average WNBA highlight, I’m thinking this league could use the boost.

Fight on ladies, fight on…