Starting tonight: It's the Carlos Rodon redemption series

Soon - like, hours from now - we shall know once and for all whether signing Carlos Rodon was a masterful idea.

Seemed cool at the time. He shaved. He wore a tie. All was groovy. Twenty eight million bucks per season, through 2028. Just for scraping his whiskers.

But after two years, everything remains unresolved.

And tonight, we'll know.

This is Rodon's chance to flick the last two seasons into the memory hole and launch a new Yankee reality. We'll forget the $28 million for each of the next four years. We'll ignore the ERA close to 4.00, the angry exchanges with fans. We'll even throw in his Game Two debacle against KC last week, when in a four-inning span he went from Sandy Koufax to Sandy Duncan. We'll forget everything. We'll move forward, figuring that he's a two-time All Star who could start three games in a seven-game series, if need be. Three solid outings from now, he could be a Yankee hero, the lynchpin of a world series team, something we haven't seen in 15 years. 

Sending Rodon out tonight is like that ad in the newspaper personals: "Come back, Carlos. You didn't fracture my skull, you merely broke my jaw. All is forgiven." We'll forget the DL lists. We'll forget Salvador Perez. We'll forget everything. All shall be forgiven.  

Tonight, Carlos Rodon can wipe clean his unfortunate Yankee slate. All we need are six zeros. Six scoreless innings, and we forget all the other crapola. Seems like a good deal, doesn't it? Almost as good as the one two winters ago. 

And tonight, we'll know.