Confrontation is inevitable and unenviable. Some people trudge through their whole life, trying like hell to avoid it. It is like chasing a hard-to-swallow pill with vinegar but also a necessity for personal growth. When evaluating NFL prospects, certain names turn up the flame on the simmering pot of emotional attachments I develop through my process. Cincinnati Bearcat quarterback Desmond Ridder is a veritable lightning rod for debate when it comes to dynasty fantasy football and his place in the future NFL.

I must preface this by stating on the record that I don’t hate Ridder. But, in the same breath, he is frustrating to the point of exasperation on tape. Louisville’s lanky and athletically-gifted, three-star dual-threat has earned himself a spot among this year’s top quarterbacks. Last season, he was the square-jawed face of a remarkable college playoff run for the Cinderella Bearcats. Ridder is a wonderful gentleman with a fiery competitive spirit only mellowed by a pleasantly disarming humility. However, I still worry about him on a professional level.