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By Dan Steinberg and Desmond Bieler
Washington Post Staff Writers
Monday, February 7, 2005; Page D02

True to its word, the NFL delivered a family friendlier Super Bowl halftime show, featuring the, er, venerable Paul McCartney. Although we still expect the FCC to slam Fox for exposing millions of impressionable kids to a sexagenarian. And while it's understandable if disappointing that Sir Paul didn't break out a rousing rendition of "Why Don't We Do It In The Road?," we were left wondering who could deliver some of his other Beatles classics.

"Hello Goodbye," Sammy Sosa: Likens his split from the Cubs to a divorce. Except somehow the Orioles ended up with child custody.

_____ Monday Morning_____
 Chuck Bednarik
A look back at the weekend and a look ahead at the coming week's action with a fresh new edge.

Norman Chad's Couch Slouch
Starting Lineup
The Chat: Oakland emcee Tion "Bukue One" Torrence
7 Days
The Review: Electronic Arts' NFL Street 2.

_____ The Quote _____
"I can't wait until the Super Bowl is over. I hope the 1960 team remains the last one to win. I hope it stays that way."

-- Former center/linebacker Chuck Bednarik, who played for the Eagles from 1949 to 1962 and is either refreshingly candid or deeply bitter.

_____ The Monday Morning Poll _____
Two weeks ago, the Maryland men's basketball team swept Duke and Georgia Tech. Last week, they got swept by Clemson and Miami. What's next? You tell us. With home games against Virginia Tech tomorrow and Duke on Saturday, how will the Terps fare?
They'll sweep.
They'll get swept.
They'll beat Duke, lose to Tech.
They'll beat Tech, lose to Duke.
They'll have at least one snow postponement.

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"We Can Work It Out," Daunte Culpepper: Gives expensive jewelry to a disabled teenager, then decides to ask for the items back. In his defense, Culpepper explained that he once saw a fan at Lambeau Field pull off a similar stunt.

"You Won't See Me," Art Monk: Passed over yet again for the Hall of Fame. Ever-thoughtful Dan Snyder sets up a 900 number for Redskins fans who want to vent their outrage.

"That Means A Lot," Dan Marino: Meantime, Dolphins legend waltzes into Canton. However, Hall officials chose to give him the news by e-mail, leaving Marino wondering why he never got a ring.

"Come and Get It," Jose Canseco: Says in new book that he introduced several Texas Rangers, including Rafael Palmeiro, to performance-enhancing drugs. So apparently we have him to blame for those Viagra ads.

"I'm Down," Mike Krzyzewski: Collapses while talking to a referee. Krzyzewski quickly got up but later said he still wasn't quite over the shock of seeing a call go against Duke at home.

"Sure to Fall," Cory Spinks: Despite having Nelly in his corner, welterweight is pummeled by Zab Judah. On the bright side, at least Spinks won't have any problem finding a few Band-Aids.

"Helter Skelter," Sally Anthony: ABA team owner fires coach on court, yells at players and then heads to the hospital, leaving a rudderless team fraught with seething bitterness and clashing personalities. Rumors indicate that Phil Jackson might be interested.

"Getting Better," Jose Guillen: In first public appearance as a Nat, erratic outfielder promises to become "a political man" in Washington. As a first step, he dipped his finger in pine tar and vowed to privatize all future appearances.

"Searchin'," Gary Williams: Reveals that three Terps were ill with the flu before disastrous loss to Clemson. Not surprising to hear that they missed their shots.

"Like Dreamers Do," Richard Hamilton: Gets sponsorship deal to fashion his braids into the design of a tire tread. Which is odd, because Larry Brown seems to be the one constantly spinning.

"Tell Me What You See," Geraldo Rivera: Vows to shave off his mustache if Michael Jackson is found guilty. We certainly can't think of a better way to show support for Jackson than by radically altering one's appearance.

Benched: Rudy T., Jamal Lewis, Suge Knight, Emmitt Smith, the Knicks, ankle reportage.

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