I shed a tear of joy on that first pitch Grandy-gram.
A good friend was born and raised in LA and has been a life-long Dodger fan, but a great guy nonetheless. During the playoffs last year we bet that the loser would buy dinner for the winner at the New Orleans restaurant of winner's choice during Jazz Fest and I just cashed in last week. Over dinner we decided that we'd do the bet again this season if we both make the playoffs, and whoever makes it farther wins.
Just before the first pitch last night I texted him "Giddy up," and he apparently tuned in just in time to see the blast. It was a beautiful thing.