Cincinnati Reds at Chicago White Sox

On a night when 38,113 fans filled Rate Field wearing papal-style hats, Emilio Pagán \-\- whose name offered its own apparent irony -- supplied the final and most important blessing for Cincinnati. Just don’t mispronounce it. “It’s Pagán,” he joked. “Don’t forget the accent.” Pagán tried the top of the zone. Sam Antonacci fouled it away. He went down and in. Antonacci fought that off, too. Pagán showed him a splitter beyond the plate, but Antonacci refused to chase. Fourteen pitches into the defining confrontation of Tuesday night, Pagán had seemingly emptied his arsenal. Almost. One location remained. Pagán fired a 95.6 mph four-seam fastball up and in. Antonacci finally missed, foul-tipping it into Tyler Stephenson’s mitt for strike three and allowing Pagán to release a roar that had been building through nine foul balls and seven consecutive full-count offerings.