Cathy Engelbert’s press conference just threw gasoline on the fire that’s been raging around the WNBA for weeks. The embattled commissioner finally responded to Napheesa Collier’s now-viral comments accusing league leadership of “neglecting players” and “using Caitlin Clark as a pawn,” but instead of calming the storm, Engelbert’s words only made things worse.

She flat-out denied ever speaking negatively about Clark or her endorsements — but to fans, players, and media voices like Dave Portnoy, it looked like damage control, not leadership.
Engelbert began her remarks by saying she was “disheartened” by Collier’s accusations, calling them “completely false and misleading.” But her tone didn’t sit right with many who have watched the tension between WNBA players and leadership grow since the end of the season.
She refused to mention Caitlin Clark by name beyond saying, “We’re proud of every player who grows the game,” which many interpreted as an attempt to dodge the issue entirely. Within minutes, clips of her comments went viral — and fans were furious.
Collier’s initial statement came after reports claimed Engelbert had allegedly questioned whether Clark’s rapid rise was “healthy” for the league’s image, sparking outrage among players and fans alike.
Napheesa called out that hypocrisy directly, accusing leadership of “hiding behind financial excuses while using Clark’s popularity as a shield.” So when Engelbert denied it all, it didn’t come across as reassuring — it sounded like backtracking.
Sports media personalities jumped in instantly, but none louder than Dave Portnoy, founder of Barstool Sports. On his podcast, Portnoy absolutely torched the commissioner and the WNBA, saying, “Cathy Engelbert is the definition of corporate rot.
Every time something goes wrong, she hides behind PR language instead of fixing anything. And don’t even get me started on Unrivaled — that entire league is a joke.” He then doubled down on his comments, posting on X: “If Unrivaled is what’s replacing leadership in the WNBA, shut it down. Unrivaled must go.”

Portnoy’s rant wasn’t just about Collier or Engelbert — it was about the bigger picture. He accused both WNBA leadership and the new player-led Unrivaled league of dividing women’s basketball when it needs unity most. “You’ve got Cathy pretending everything’s fine while players like Collier are openly calling her out, and then you’ve got Unrivaled trying to recruit stars away from the WNBA,” he said. “Nobody’s focusing on the fans or the actual game anymore.”
Meanwhile, fans flooded social media with reactions, many siding with Collier. “You don’t get this level of backlash unless there’s truth to what she said,” one fan posted. Another wrote, “Cathy denying everything only makes her look guiltier. Players are risking their careers speaking out — why would they lie?”
Insiders around the league suggest Engelbert’s position has never been weaker. Her carefully worded press conferences, which once gave the impression of control, now come across as deflection and denial.
Several star players, including Lexie Hull, Aliyah Boston, and Sophie Cunningham, have subtly voiced frustration over “poor communication from the top,” though none have directly called for Engelbert’s removal. However, sources say players’ union reps are “closely monitoring” her handling of the fallout and may push for a vote of confidence if things continue to spiral.
The problem is bigger than just Engelbert versus Collier — it’s the trust gap that’s widened between the league’s executives and its athletes. The players have become the faces, voices, and heartbeat of the WNBA’s growth, but they increasingly feel left out of the decision-making that impacts their careers. Collier’s Unrivaled project — meant to give players more control and off-season visibility — was supposed to be a positive, but now it’s being seen as a direct protest against the WNBA’s leadership.
Even Caitlin Clark, who was reportedly blindsided by her name being dragged into the controversy, hasn’t commented publicly. But sources close to the Fever say she’s “very aware” of what’s happening and “choosing silence over sides.” Still, that silence speaks volumes. Every time Clark’s name enters the conversation, ratings spike, sponsors pay attention, and the league gains headlines — and yet she’s being portrayed as a chess piece in a much larger political game she never asked to join.

Media insiders say Engelbert is under immense pressure to repair the league’s image before the offseason ends. The commissioner’s refusal to address specifics — especially around refereeing, marketing bias, and internal communication — has angered not just players, but also broadcasters and sponsors who worry about instability heading into next season. ESPN insiders described the fallout as “the biggest credibility crisis the WNBA has faced since the 2020 bubble.”
Meanwhile, Unrivaled, the league Collier co-founded with Breanna Stewart, is now caught in the crossfire. While some players praise it as a necessary alternative, others fear it’s dividing resources and focus from the WNBA’s main mission. Portnoy’s call to “end Unrivaled” has reignited that debate — is it empowerment, or is it rebellion? Either way, the league’s fractured public image is threatening to undo years of progress.
In the end, Engelbert’s denial may have been intended to calm things down, but it’s done the opposite. Her unwillingness to engage with specifics, combined with the loud voices of Collier, Portnoy, and frustrated players, has left the WNBA looking like a league at war with itself. For fans, it’s exhausting; for sponsors, it’s concerning; for players, it’s confirmation that leadership may be completely out of touch.
Unless Cathy Engelbert finds a way to rebuild trust, own her mistakes, and unify her stars, her position could be in real danger. And with Unrivaled looming, Dave Portnoy fanning the flames, and players speaking their minds, one thing’s clear — the WNBA isn’t just facing controversy. It’s facing an identity crisis.
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