Up they go, the exuberant Pack, into the stands at Curly Lambeau Field, glorying in yet another TD pass from Aaron Rodgers to… somebody. And once the Packers start leaping, there is no stopping them. They will leap again and again on Sunday in the NFC divisional playoff game, you can be sure of it.

Where is the outrage over this stunt? It’s just not happening. The No Fun League somehow sanctions the celebration, says The Leap is fine. The Giants say it’s OK by them. A Facebook community called, “Ban the Lambeau Leap,” has only 16 “likes” after 14 months.

“I think it’s great,” Giant center Kevin Boothe said of the Leap. “I don’t want to see it on Sunday, but they can do it again after Sunday. It’s not showing anybody up. It’s for the fans.”

– Filip Bondy, N.Y. Daily News.

There are a bunch of people in my Twitter timeline worked up about the get-off-my-lawniness of this column’s — or actually, its headline’s — suggestion that the Lambeau leap be banished or punished, but the actual content of Bondy’s piece reads more tongue-in-cheek than sanctimonious. And I haven’t seen the print edition of today’s Daily News, but I’d guess this came as part of a playoff preview package full of the civic-pride stuff typical in newspapers around most postseason series, building up our city and tearing yours down, all in good fun. Better take shots at the Lambeau Leap than cheese, no?

For the record, this site endorses nearly all post-touchdown celebrations. I think they should be avoided when your team is down by multiple touchdowns due in large part to your own fumbling because they then make you look like a fool, but otherwise, you know, go to town.

And after spirited internal debate, I think I’m even cool with the NFL’s harsh stance toward post-touchdown celebrations, as ridiculous as it seems. If there were no such thing, maybe too many scores would be celebrated in over-the-top fashion and the one-upsmanship would spiral out of control until no one paid any attention anymore. The more I think about it, the more it seems like a brilliant turn by the league to position itself as the humorless bad cop, incapable of fully controlling those lovable punk-rock miscreants who’ll happily incur fines to express themselves freely.