| Week | Player of the Week | Club |
|---|---|---|
| Week 1 | Eric Wynalda | San Jose Clash |
| Week 2 | Brian McBride | Columbus Crew |
| Week 3 | Marcelo Balboa | Colorado Rapids |
| Week 4 | Bo Oshoniyi | Columbus Crew |
| Week 5 | Giovanni Savarese | MetroStars |
| Week 6 | Brian McBride | Columbus Crew |
| Week 7 | Jorge Campos | Los Angeles Galaxy |
| Week 8 | Preki | Kansas City Wiz |
| Week 9 | John Doyle | San Jose Clash |
| Week 10 | Eduardo Hurtado | Los Angeles Galaxy |
| Week 11 | Mark Dodd | Dallas Burn |
| Week 12 | Mark Chung | Kansas City Wiz |
| Week 13 | Tony Meola | MetroStars |
| Week 14 | Raúl Díaz Arce | D.C. United |
| Week 15 | Paul Bravo | San Jose Clash |
| Week 16 | Cobi Jones | Los Angeles Galaxy |
| Week 17 | Joe-Max Moore | New England Revolution |
| Week 18 | Tony Meola | MetroStars |
| Week 19 | Adrián Paz | Columbus Crew |
| Week 20 | Marco Etcheverry | D.C. United |
| Week 21 | Brad Friedel | Columbus Crew |
| Week 22 | Brian Maisonneuve | Columbus Crew |
| Week 23 | Frank Yallop | Tampa Bay Mutiny |
| Week 24 | Brad Friedel | Columbus Crew |
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