Xmastime: One of the Greats?

Watching a show about Game 6 of the 1975 World Series on the MLB Network made me Wikipedia it, and I saw something I'd never heard about in the game:

Lynn flied out on a short fly ball to Foster in left, and Foster gunned down Doyle, who tagged up and attempted to score. McEnaney then retired Petrocelli, ending the jam. Doyle would later admit that, when he tagged at third, he thought he heard Sox third-base coach Don Zimmer yelling "Go, go, go!", when, in reality, Zimmer was screaming, "No! No! No!".

What do you know...just another example of my life imitating a game packed with future Hall of Famers:

Anyway there was a wild pitch and the ball got past the catcher and rolled back to the backstop, which, I should say, wasn't that far behind home plate. But I said "fuck it" and took off for home despite hearing Coach Ashton, who was coaching third base, yelling "NO! NO! NO!" I thought about stopping for a split second but I probably had a smoking hot date afterwards for which I needed this game to end as soon as possible, so I kept going. While today I may be a refined man of letters who can control his hormones and behavior, back then there was nothing that could get between me and some sweet stank, including a baseball game.

I slid in safe and was the hero of the game, and Coach came up to me and asked "Didn't you hear me yelling No! No! No!?" I gave him my "I'm a confused, lost teenager" blank look (ie my normal look) and lied through my teeth "oh, I thought you were saying Go! Go! Go!"