And let’s not ignore the boots. Only Kristin Chenoweth could strut out in rhinestone-studded, knee-high boots and still make the moment feel classy as hell. She didn’t dress like she was going to church. She dressed like she was there to slay and slay she did
Was she a good luck charm? Probably. The Thunder ended the night 103-91, locking down their first NBA Championship and sending Oklahoma City into full-on chaos. While Shai Gilgeous-Alexander was named Finals MVP, you could argue Chenoweth got the crowd in the right headspace before tipoff even started.
Social media lit up like the Fourth of July. Clips of her performance started bouncing around X and TikTok before the game was even over. Thunder fans, casual NBA watchers, and even people who didn’t know who she was were suddenly trying to spell Chenoweth without Googling it.

This wasn’t some random celebrity booking. She wasn’t there for the headlines or a promo slot. She was Oklahoma through and through, an in-state legend who brought her Broadway lungs back home to fire up the people. She did it with style, swagger, and zero apologies.A lot of artists get asked to sing the anthem. Most play it safe. Some try to over-sing and crash the plane halfway through. Kristin walked up, took a breath, and flew it like she’d done it a hundred times because she has. But not like this. Not with her state’s championship dream hanging in the balance and every eye in the building watching.It wasn’t just a performance. It was a statement. That Oklahoma’s got soul, that Broadway grit belongs in the heartland, too, and that no matter how big the moment gets, Kristin Chenoweth can still turn it into a stage.

For anyone wondering if she still had it, the answer came loud and clear between the anthem’s first note and the roar of the crowd at the last.She didn’t just sing the song. She lit the fuse.