Lynne Jordan

So I'm standing here courtside and you know what? THIS IS THE BOMB!!! Everybody is laughing and visiting with each other. It's a big ole party down here on the floor. VIP only!!! And I fit right in! There's media people and camera crews everywhere! The players are all hanging out and warming up. OOH -- there goes Dennis Rodman with his crazy ass! And Shack is HUGE!! OMIGOD! Here comes Michael Jordan! I WAVE "heeey!" Oh shit, he waved back! There's Jesse Jackson giving me the thumbs …

Dave the sound tech approaches and gleefully announces that: “Tonight your name will be up in lights and they'll project your image on the screen live so everyone can see ya sing!” “great.” (Will that make my ass look even fatter?) …

"Eighteen dollars ---Lord have mercy!" That’s my mama talkin’. We are in a taxi on our way to the United Center because I was asked to sing the National Anthem. Tonight I'm singing the National Anthem in front of... Uh…close to twenty two thousand people which includes a couple dozen superstar basketball players. I am nervous, terrified and completely insecure about this whole thing. Don’t get me wrong, I love singing the National Anthem. Hell, it’s been my warm up song in the shower for …