So my father, God bless him, has been a "senior intern" at 610 WIP in Philadelphia for a little more than a year now. He pops in once or twice a month in the studio and every time he's there it makes his month, He'll give me a full report about how he did, who popped in the studio, who bought him breakfast, who shook his hand, who remembered his name, which local semi-celebrity is "kind of a jerk-off" in person and any and all specific details about what it's like to "work at WIP." It's adorable. Last summer when I lived in Philly I'd listen to the show, oblivious that it was his day to be on there, and catch the tail-end of my father discussing gas prices with Mitch Williams or reading aloud the New York Post after a brutal Mets loss. They love him, I thought. Good for him.

But then, yesterday, it appears he was the victim of a practical joke for most of the morning. One of the other (non-senior) interns took a photo of it and posted it on Twitter. It was, supposedly, all in good fun. Although there's a small part of me that feels like the doting parent who goes to pick up their kid from Little League practice early only to find out the rest of the team has de-pantsed him in right field and thrown his glove in a tree.

But it would be wrong of me to get too worked up over a funny photo of someone I care about being posted on the internet now wouldn't it?

Good morning. It's Friday. This is what you get.

"No, just you, A.J."

He says that he does actually watch the draft "as much as he can," just to see who the Eagles have picked and who "everyone will be complaining about."

I told him that Ohio State's Vernon Gholston has been tagged the next Mike Mamula by some draft pundits.

"Oh, white guy?"

"No," I said, "He's black."

"Yeaaaaaaaaah...," Mamula responded, in a way that suggested he would be asking for a high-five right now if I were standing in front of him.

Mamula did admit that he's pleased that there are more stories about how his label as a "bust" is a little unfair and said that he was very happy with Michael David Smith's piece for the New York Times' Fifth Down blog.

"There was one on Fox, too..."

Regardless, Mamula doesn't dread this time of year as much as one would think and he says, almost mock jokingly, that any team that would pick a "Mike Mamula-type player" would be "great pick."

He doesn't get sick of the fact that his name is brought up thousands of times every April.

"It's nice to be remembered for something. That's all you can ask for, right?"

Right.

Or, in Mamula's case, Warren Sapp and Derrick Brooks, who were the picks the Buccaneers ended up getting after the Eagles traded up to get The Workout Warrior. (Jesus...)

But wait! Yasinskas makes a hard left turn in his dump-on-Mamula story by pointing out to grouchy Eagles fans that Mamula wasn't that much of a bust. But wait! Is Yasinskas just aping Eagles beat writer Reuben Frank's own Mamula story from last year to make this point? But wait...more Mamula! Fox Sports' rat packy Peter Schrager unveils his his own Mamula story which even delves further into Mamulalocity at the NFL combine.

As we get closer to the combine, is the mainstream sports media in jeopardy of falling into, dare I say... a Mamula Overload? We shall see.

And these guys didn't even have to head to a Lonestar Steakhouse in Voorhees to get their stories.

Combine star Mamula was burdened by high expectations [ESPN]