Born in San Francisco and raised in San Jose when the term “Silicon Valley” hadn’t yet been invented, Stan graduated from Leigh High School, West Valley College, and San Francisco State University, where he received a B.A. in Radio and Television.
His broadcasting career began in 1977 in King City and included stops in Sonora, South Lake Tahoe, San Jose and Sacramento before he joined KCBS in 1982. He served as a reporter and anchor, winning numerous awards including a share of the prestigious Peabody Award for KCBS’ coverage of the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake.
In 1992, Stan left KCBS, spending three years delivering radio news in Dallas before returning to the Bay Area to develop a specialty in reporting on the technology industry. He produced, reported, and co-hosted high-tech TV shows between 1995 and 2000.
In 2000, Stan returned to KCBS, joining Susan Leigh Taylor on the KCBS Morning Newswatch. Stan also writes a regular sports-related blog and teams up with Steve Bitker on the “KCBS Sports Fans” podcast. In 2010, Stan was named to the Bay Area Radio Hall of Fame.
He lives in Alameda. He and his wife Tharon (they married in 1977) have two grown children. Stan’s hobbies include cycling, travel, golf, and playing rhythm guitar with several KCBS and CBS-5 colleagues in The Eyewitness Blues Band.
Stan keeps Twitter fed from KCBS Studio A at http://twitter.com/BungerKCBS.
While the Lords of Baseball (and certainly the New York Yankees) wish A-Rod would just go away, the boneheads of Boston have managed to render him at least a mildly sympathetic figure.
Construction crews in downtown San Francisco have unearthed the intact remains of a small boat that a local historian said offers a glimpse of what life was like during the city’s Gold Rush days.
It’s happened again in baseball: a pitcher hit in the head by a line drive, crumpling on the mound as the stadium goes silent.
I’m not really a fan of the made-for-TV bit of theater in which the home team gets all its fans to wear the same color. White, red, orange, black…we’ve seen it all and it always seems a bit hokey to me.
It’s been a bit amusing to watch the handwringing and indignation surrounding the Mike Rice story.
It’s that time of year: workplaces and campuses everywhere are abuzz with the frenzy of the fantasy baseball draft. Fantasy-league managers are scouring various sources, looking for the hidden gems that will give them bragging rights all summer long.
Baseball commissioner Bud Selig’s bombast to the contrary, the World Baseball Classic is little more than a transparent attempt to add some hype to the normally-lazy days of spring training (and you’ll note, I refuse to use the capital letters–Spring Training–that baseball has adopted in yet another effort to aggrandize itself).
There is still a way for real fans to have a meaningful (and reasonably priced) spring training experience. It’s simple: show up before the teams start playing exhibition games.
Is there a more hollow phrase anymore than “That’s one for the record book”?
I’ll say it right up front: I have a great job. I’m the grown-up version of the kid who was curious about everything, read every scrap of paper he could get his hands on, and never stopped asking questions.