No. 2, this Sunday, will be Game Seven, 1991 World Series, Braves at Twins, the 10-inning, 1-0 thriller in which old Jack Morris outlasted young John Smoltz. No shame in being tabbed the second-greatest game of the last fifty years, but boo on taking (quite obviously) Game Six, 1975 World Series, over this one. Seventh game, for crissake. Extra innings, scoreless, all kinds of short-circuited scoring attempts, beautiful display of baseball at its best and sometimes not so great. I guess it lost points for being in the Metrodome instead of Fenway Park and for not having Carlton Fisk gesturing his ball fair. And if we're picking nits, the Red Sox won to force a Game Seven and lost Game Seven. For Game Six impact, the Mets coming from behind in 1986 WS and going on to win the whole thing resonates more. Not that Game Six 1975 wasn't stupendous on many levels, but it feels as if they pussed out, taking the older game (oldest game in this entire countdown) in the more charming setting over the true pins-and-needles affair.