Dean wasn't entirely sure if they could incorporate football into quidditch, even if though they were similar. However, it's what Ginny wanted, so he'd help her with that. Somehow. A muggle ball hurt a hell of a lot less then the quaffle in his opinion. One couldn't knock you clear out of the sky for one thing, sending one flying to the ground below. The distance was a whole lot lengthier in quidditch as well. He'd find a way to sell it to the rest of the team, "At least, Ron is already used to it." Especially with the way that the older Weasley sibling played. "We'll think of a way to sell it to them," he added.
For a brief moment, he pretended to be offended by Ginny's joking desire for the other team to score. It would be nice for the red head to see penalty kicks, but he didn't want to see West Ham lose! Not the first game of the season either! "I don't believe this. Such blasphemy," he retorted as his expression was replaced with a grin. "But if I didn't know any better. You just wanted to spend more time with me. Make it last longer." Not that Dean had any objections. He didn't want the day to end.