Kudos to our friends at Red Reporter. Yes, the post is about the “wooooo” and there aren’t many subjects that tire me more than complaints about that particular cheer at Great American Ballpark.

Here’s my opinion: I don’t care about the “wooooo” either way. If it went away forever, I’d be fine with that. But what really rubs me raw is when people who don’t pay for tickets purport to tell ticket-buying customers how they should be cheering for the team. That goes double when it’s an employee of the team. Here’s what RR had to say, and we join them in this sentiment:

The critics of “the woo” became more vocal this week on twitter. There are legitimate criticisms to be made, no doubt. Is “the woo” obnoxious? Probably. Does it lack organization? Of course. But the people who are wooing at the games are paying customers. They aren’t screaming obscenities, or even negativity. They are simply having fun and cheering for the team they’ve paid to see. There are hundreds of things at the ballpark that I find obnoxious: the guy sitting behind me going on-and-on about how Jay Bruce will “never get it…” – the girl in my row who continues to scream, “marry me Joey Votto…” – the redneck who makes racist comments… The woo is far less obnoxious than any of these people, all of whom I run into nearly every game I go to. But if you are wooing, the Reds’ assistant director of media relations feels the need to publicly mock you.

Go over to read all the tweets on the topic. And, yeah, that’s the same assistant director of media relations who threatened to kick some guys @** last August.

Again, I don’t care about the “wooooo” either way. I can definitely see how it would be annoying to have someone screaming that into your ear. If you don’t like it, I sympathize, and if you want to complain about it, I’m paying for server space to allow you to do that in the comment section below, if you so choose. But when media and, especially, team employees start mocking engaged fans, it irritates me. I don’t care how you cheer at a Reds game, and you won’t hear me telling you how to root, root, root for the home team. All I care is that you buy tickets, show up at the game, and pull for the mighty Redlegs (which is what the “woooo” crew is doing). How you choose to do that is none of my business.

After all, who am I to judge?*

*Don’t answer that.