Football in my home

My house is a football house. We do more football than anything else, football is almost the most important thing to my father. I don't even really like football but my dad would never forgive me if I disliked football. So I act like I know whats going on when the game is on, I wear the jersey when the game is on and I get excited for my dad so he doesn't get all upset. My little brother is convinced that one day he will play football professionally for the Minnesota Vikings, that is the team we root for. I don't have the heart to tell him yet that he has a 1 in 1 million chance of that happening, to let him know he has to be the best of the best of the best. He is 11 and is allowed to be naive though. I can't wait until I don't have to pretend that I know whats going on anymore.