Sarah Spain. An alliterative couplet of captivating phonaesthetic beauty rivaling “cellar door”, it’d be a hard name to forget by it’s own merit.
But the woman behind the name intends not to rest on anything’s own merit: Not her crest-commercial smile, nor her Ivy League degree and, least of all, her snappy moniker.
If you’re a Chicagoan, you may have heard her on radio or seen her on TV. If you’re an out-of-towner, you’ve probably noticed her on the internet as the whip-smart conversationalist who puts athletes at ease, opening them up like mussels in a steam bath. Continue reading