Canter Bridge

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Look, maybe you could make highlight films as good as NFL Films does if you had the same tools.

First, there’s that roomfull of Guy Psychologists, row upon row of’em in their geeky glasses like some kind of psychological Mission Control. Each one of them dedicated to the task of pulling at a guy’s heartstrings and nothing less than a pro. Hey, they didn’t get here by bein’ stupid.

Then there’s The Voice. Most of us were not yet conceived when Harry Kalas was already establishing himself as the voice of NFL Films. Now that they have his vocal chords in a cryonic tube right beside Ted Williams, we may be able to go on like this long after the rest of him has passed on to wherever Howard Cosell is hanging out.

Then there’s that brass section, something close to four hundred and eighteen trombones, trumpets, and tubas alongside of little Heather Jones and her violin. They do the heart-pumping soundtrack so smoothly you hardly know they’re there until your first eardrum bursts.

Finally, let’s face it: you’d need the speed-em-up, slow-it-down technician that gets all this done in slow motion with occasional bursts of supersonic speed when a big hit is being put on some poor wide receiver whose career just ended before your eyes. Without Mr. Techie, the voiceover would never catch up with the action.

If you had all that, you could make films like this too. Maybe.

But do yourself a favor, let it go and just get this DVD. The Colts behind Tony Dungy and Peyton Manning are a sight for sore eyes, even without the Man Psychologists, the brass section on steroids, The Voice, and the tech guy. When you see’em in this DVD with all those tools behind them, it’s about as much as a guy can take without standing up and embarrassing himself by shouting really loudly in a public place the next day when the memory stirs.

Heart of a Champion captures not only the gut-bustin’ action on the field, but also a series of totally awesome Dungy moments in the clubhouse. You can feel the respect.

No brass needed.