This commenter on Instagram does. What a curveball. You’re sitting there having a nostalgic #TBT moment this morning and then boom, @lulucorgi stampedes in with the full court press.
So, would I want Frank Kaminsky to date my mom?

The first reaction is obviously HELL. NO. I first beat my Dad in basketball in 8th grade. I can’t go back to square one with Frank in the picture.

The nickname Frank the Tank would also take on a new meaning.

He’s way too young for her, they probably don’t have much in common and the fact he’d be into my Mom means he has a whole lot else going on that makes me uncomfortable.

That being said, I like the idea of Frank more than the idea of my mom constantly trolling OK Cupid trying to sift through saggy, man-tittied, ex-finance bros who made it to the top of the corporate ladder but couldn’t diversify their portfolio to include family life.

Thanksgiving would be pretty fun.

He seems religious.

They could shop together at JC Penny.

Also, if my Mom were single and living in Charlotte that’s probably good. Solid, normal city. She wouldn’t have gone off the deep end and moved to Miami chasing elusive games of Juan on Juan.
I’d try to look at it from my mom’s perspective. I saw how Stella transformed in How Stella Got Her Groove Back. A clever, strapping NBA player 1/3 her age?

Good for you, Mom.