2009 WNBA Playoffs - WNBA Finals: (1) Phoenix Mercury Vs. (1) Indiana Fever

WNBA Finals: (1) Phoenix Mercury Vs. (1) Indiana Fever

September 29
Game 1 Indiana Fever 116, Phoenix Mercury 120 OT US Airways Center, Phoenix, AZ
Attendance: 11,617
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Pts: Douglas (30)
Rebs: Hoffman (8)
Pts: Pondexter, Taylor (23)
Rebs: Taurasi (9)
October 1
Game 2 Indiana Fever 93, Phoenix Mercury 84 US Airways Center, Phoenix, AZ
Attendance: 16,758
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Pts: Catchings (19)
Rebs: Catchings (9)
Pts: Taurasi (20)
Rebs: Taurasi (7)
October 4
Game 3 Phoenix Mercury 85, Indiana Fever 86 Conseco Fieldhouse, Indianapolis, IN
Attendance: 18,165
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Pts: Pondexter (23)
Rebs: T. Smith (10)
Pts: Hoffman (18)
Rebs: Catchings (12)
October 7
Game 4 Phoenix Mercury 90, Indiana Fever 77 Conseco Fieldhouse, Indianapolis, IN
Attendance: 18,165
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Pts: Pondexter (22)
Rebs: Willingham (8)
Pts: Catchings (24)
Rebs: Catchings (12)
October 9
Game 5 Indiana Fever 86, Phoenix Mercury 94 US Airways Center, Phoenix, AZ
Attendance: 17,313
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Pts: Sutton-Brown (22)
Rebs: Catchings (9)
Pts: Taurasi (26)
Rebs: Smith (8)
Phoenix won the series 3-2
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