One thing about having a big-league baseball franchise rooted in Pittsburgh for 142 years: The citizens tend to know what they're watching.
And when those citizens see their team do stuff they don't like, whether performance-based or decision-based or payroll-based or whatever, they'll let everyone hear it. Every bit as as vocally and viscerally as they'll cheer, they'll boo.
And know what else?
More often than not, they'll be right.
But hey, just in case the message delivered by the 33,813 packing PNC Park on this Friday night couldn't be picked up over at the 115 Federal headquarters, just in case all those eggheads and collared shirts couldn't quite make out the meaning of that single, extended syllable, I'll spell it out.