Leave it to the hardened, potato chip-stained, fun-hating beat writers to press the issue of woo-ing with the Flyers today. Overpaid gasbag Tim Panaccio, who hates it, specifically reports on the matter:

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Here’s the thing– telling people not to woo is like telling a 90s kid not to turn on channel 97 late at night because he for sure won’t see brief glimpses of areolae (is that the plural for the discus-like surface punctuating a good set of teets?). They’re going to do it because you asked them not to, and then they’re going to discover that they like it, so they’re going to continue doing it, more frequently, and with a greater intensity. By asking people not to woo, the Flyers and Panaccio  basically just guaranteed themselves a Spice subscription. Woooooooooooooo baby!!!

Me? I like a good woo, but mostly because I see tremendous t-shirt possibilities. But one person who certainly likes it is Charlie Manuel– motherfucker loves Ric Flair, and presumably a good set of fuzzy teets.