FINALLY, a respectful rendition of our anthem – thank you Reba ❤️🇺🇸 Fantastic job! She didn’t try to make it her all with a bunch of runs! The best version in a very long time! Did you know that she nearly quit music for one heartbreaking reason? Check the comments 👇🏻

At the Super Bowl, Reba McEntire’s rendition of the US National Anthem left the crowd at Allegiant Stadium in Paradise, Nevada, and viewers at home, profoundly moved.

Her performance was more than just singing; it was a moment of national pride, evoking a collective emotional response.
McEntire, a three-time Grammy winner, accepted the invitation to perform, influenced by her boyfriend Rex Linn’s enthusiasm, a testament to her dedication and the personal significance of the occasion.

As she stated in an interview with CBS Mornings, her preparation was thorough, practicing “in the shower [and] when we get in the car,” showcasing her commitment to delivering a memorable performance.

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