Booing anyone has never seemed all that productive to me, and frankly, it’s always made me think of my mom. One of the first sporting events I ever attended was a Utah Jazz vs. Phoenix Suns game as a small child and my mom was appalled by the booing. In fact, she took it upon herself to be a Suns fan for the game, because she thought it was abhorrently rude that people would boo them when they came from so far away to play a game.
I did not cheer for the Suns during that game because I can’t pretend to be nearly as amazing as my mom, but the lesson stuck.