It went over the left-field wall, over the Crawford boxes, and over the train track.
Soler dropped his bat, looked into his dugout, thumped his chest twice, and pointed towards his teammates before taking a stroll around the bases.
The homer was officially measured at 446 feet, clocked at 109.6-mph off his bat, but it looked more like 546 feet.
It was all that Fried needed, pitching like the guy who dominated the National League the second half instead of the one battered for a 10.24 ERA in his last two postseason starts.