Both sides are nervous,

trying to focus,

despite the anticipation.

The rivalry between the two

dates back to the day

human was introduced to water.

Thought of as equal,

each side hopes for

victory.

They march in like soldiers,

one by one,

solemnly.

The tension inside

of their souls

tightens,

as they see their competition.

The soldiers

have trained hard for a win,

but have not prepared themselves for a loss.

Neither side likes to lose.

This is a war,

a war of the

waters.

In,

and,

Out,

as fast as they can.

Personal bests

don't count in this meet,

best of the best,

is what it takes to win.

One team ahead,

then the other,

back and forth,

like a teeter-totter.

Soldiers'

nerves are on the rise.

And fixed on the scoreboard,

are their eyes.

It declares the best,

and second best.

Swimmers'voices cheer and chant.

Swimmers' hearts break and shatter ...

Just wait,

until next year,

the Gators will return,

with their battle cry being,

remember Victor!