Words by Mr. Mecc
The Internet was lit up this morning with news that Lakers guard Nick Young proposed to his long time girlfriend, embattled rapper Iggy Azalea. The video clip of the LA native on one knee in front of the “Fancy” Australian made it all official tissue.
So what can we expect when one of the best players on a terrible team winds up married to the “blackcented” rapstress who has become a walking meme? Here’s a few things that seem like a pretty safe bet.
5. We’re never going to get rid of them.
These two jumped to do photoshoots for magazines when they were just a couple. But a new young interracial couple with all the civil unrest happening across the county in the backdrop? Expect a reality show in the near future. Now Nick just has to make sure Iggy is in the car with him AT ALL TIMES.
4. They’ll have an annoying couple name.
She makes terrible music. He plays terrible basketball. Point being, they’re both in the press for all of the wrong reasons. That being the case, the press is almost certainly going to come up with a name that combines them together like “KimYe” or “Bradgalina.” We’d like to suggest staying away from “Niggy.”
3.Nick Young will officially announce an upcoming album.
After enough time walking red carpets with his wife and being out of the spotlight in the offseason, it’s almost inevitable that Nick is going to put out a rap album. But with a baller’s budget and unlimited access to Iggy’s ghost-writers, who can blame him?
2.The Laker fans will have ANOTHER reason to boo.
There’s absolutely nothing out of the norm about seeing baller wives sitting court side at the games cheering on their husbands, so no one will be shocked to see Iggy in full makeup waving for the Jumbotron. And with all the tour cancellations happening, she’s got nothing but time to get the Kanye treatment.
1. There will be a sex tape leak
It’s established that Nick Young isn’t the most tactful man on the planet, (peep the TMZ interview below for evidence).
So we’re pretty sure there is an iPhone 6s filled with filth just waiting to slide out of his oversized pockets into the hands of an opportunistic paparazzi. It’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when.