I move in the direction called for insinctively, instantly, and without question. Perhaps it comes from a nasty experience playing football back in high school. Now, this was a little while ago, back when Vince Lombardi's Green Bay Packers won for many seasons, with one of their chief plays being their trademark "sweep" play. For those of you who don't know what this means, just picture that nearly the entire team with the ball goes storming over to one side of the field, leaving half of the other team's defense behind on the deserted half of the field, thus resulting in the other half of the defense being vastly outnumbered and mown over by the blockers for the ball-carrier, who "sweeps" around the end.

Well, although it would have been sacreligious to call our high school team's play "the sweep", we still tried to work this play. We just called it someting else, namely, "828 right" if we were to go right or "727 left" if we were to go left. So here's all these football players trying to remember right and left. Makes a contra dance gang look like einshtein.

But if you were in the line, blocking, you tended to get this wrong only once. After getting mowed over like the wheat beneath the scythe, by your own line all going the other way, trampled like a prickly pear under the thundering herd of buffalo from your own backfield, squashed into the mud under the cleats of your own ball-carrier, then stomped by all the oppossing team members who had been left behind and are enraged at being fooled, and finally castigated by your coach, booed by your fans, abandoned by your cheerleader girlfriend, dropped from candidacy in the fraternity of your choice, drummed out of school where you reverted to a life of crime and ended up living under a bridge... well, then you remember left and right.