After a quarter century, Seattle finally has another pro sports championship, thanks to the mighty Storm. ‘Twas a truly smashing victory, in a game whose lopsided final score belied its physical intensity.

Though somehow, it just doesn’t seem like a world title if there’s no rioting in the streets. Heck, even the Wildrose was Tuesday-night quiet. We’re gonna have to do something to pump up the rowdy, non-role-model factor if women’s B-ball’s ever gonna become a true mass-appeal spectator sport.

Storm stars Sue Bird (with her aborted “spanking” radio promotion) and Lauren Jackson (with her stunning nude pix in an Aussie art-photo mag) have done their part for this. Now it’s our turn.

Next late-spring, I want to see some real Storm-mania—in the sports bars, outside the home games, and everywhere. Drink-per-dunk competitions. Everybody wearing copies of Bird’s clear plastic face mask. Male cheerleaders in Speedos.