Dan Bernstein has been the co-host of “Boers and Bernstein” since 1999. He joined the station as a reporter/anchor in 1995.
Named “Best Sports Talker” by Chicago Magazine, he is the city’s only three-category winner of the Achievement in Radio Award (Best Reporter, Best Play-by-Play and Best Talk Show).
His play-by-play experience includes five years calling DePaul basketball, and both radio and TV work for the Arena Football League’s Chicago Rush. He has appeared as a guest on MSNBC, CNN and other national television networks.
Before joining WSCR, he broadcast games for minor-league affiliates of the Kansas City Royals and Chicago Cubs, as well as the Raleigh Bullfrogs of the Global Basketball Association and the Rockford Lightning of the Continental Basketball Association.
Bernstein interned in the news department at WBBM-TV in Chicago and in the sports department of WTVD-TV in Raleigh/Durham, NC.
He is a Deerfield native and an honors graduate of Duke University, where he did four years of play-by-play for basketball and football and anchored “Duke SportsCenter” on Cable 13 TV.
He lives on the northwest side of Chicago with his wife and two children, and is actively involved in fundraising for such charities as Children’s Oncology Services, The Michael Rolfe Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer Research, Blind Services Association and others.
It’s Alshon, and Jeffery. Not that hard, really.
The Tim Beckman hire was a mistake and everybody has known it since his first press conference.
Nothing like a lethal cocktail of bad and stupid to turn a record into a footnote.
Thirty percent of the Bulls salary-cap space is useless, again.
Hoping the other team fumbles is not a strategy.
All it will take is one order, perhaps from somewhere far north, and John McDonough will have found truth in idiom.
Josh McCown credited the unseen hand of divine power.
A college football player is dead, and not because of an accident.
Anybody involved in the Bears’ efforts to run the ball can wear this one.
At least the Bears defense can say that it made its own luck.
Fancy, new, expensive, high-tech football helmets do absolutely nothing to prevent old-fashioned brain injury.
Only 82 games and at least one best-of-seven playoff series to go before this season starts for real.
Far more often than not, the next man up sucks. And everybody knows it.
Figuring out what was meaningful from a game like that requires an unusual approach.
Time-travel stories never really work, upon inspection.
Delaying a phase of rehab does not obviate it. In some ways, putting off the inevitable only increases some uncertainties.
The Giants are the equivalent of 500 milligrams of Aleve – if you can get past what they might do to your stomach, you end up feeling somewhat better for a little while.
Let’s pop open that “toolbox of concepts” you describe, and pull out the magic wrench that tightens this thing up.
Tom Thibodeau apparently turned into Gregg Popovich when we weren’t looking.
That sour taste is back. The Bears just refluxed.