My friendship with my girlfriend’s father is a testament to the idea that you don’t have to agree with someone to respect him. He is a staunch conservative, and I’m a very vocal progressive. He’s a firearm instructor who goes buck hunting annually, and I’m a pacifist who last shot a rubber band at my cat. He listens to Rush Limbaugh in his car, and I listen to a podcast where comedians play Dungeons & Dragons while riding my bike.
Yet, I was almost less worried about those beliefs being accepted than another.
Like the NFL Shop commercials, I wondered if a Green Bay Packers fan could make it in a Minnesota Vikings family.