The roar of the crowd, rushing my ears,
They chant my name, they wait for me to move,
The ball in my hand is gripped tightly,
My breath is held for what seems like forever,
The water about me tensed with churning energy.
The whistle blows!
We move!

And the water comes alive,
With players swimming forward,
and those who fall back to guard the goal.
I pass the ball like a shot;
My team member catches,
Tucks it under his arm,
Begins to swim.

Blocked!
He's surrounded by the other team;
Tucks the ball under one arm,
Barrels through one,
Barrels through the next,
Spins around the third,
Drop,
Point,
KICK!!

WE SCORE!!
WE SCORE!!
WE SCORE!!

Blitzball!
It's in the blood,
It's in the soul!