Bill Rosen. America. These words are two in the same… To love your country is to love Bill Rosen. Consequently, if you threw Bill into a 4th of July party… don’t be surprised if within a few short minutes, people are chanting his name and sending him crowd surfing. That’s why Bill’s nickname is “American BG” (the G is for his middle name, George). Walking home from the bar one night we were passing a group of girls who had their hands out for so that any passerby might give them a high 5 . Bill put out his hand and followed with a nice long presumptuous “aaaaaaammmmerica” because Clearly that’s why the girls wanted to high 5… to support the USA.
The "winner's circle" at beerpong
If you’re playing a drinking game… there is one person you want on your team… and that’s Bill Rosen. I have had the honor many a time to share an end of a beer-pong table with Bill and it usually results in a streak long enough that we run out of willing opponents and we have to split our team up. At foosball? We’re undefeated. Once we were challenged by 2 strangers at a bar and somehow got ourselves down 2-7. We won 10-9 and the two gentlemen promptly went away to lick their wounds. I’d like to take credit for this… but my foosball skills are a joke compared to Bill. Any 1v1 match would illustrate it as such.
Musically? If there’s a more rockin’ rendition of Norman Greenbaum’s Spirit in the Sky, I’d like to hear it. I might go so far as to make that song an Exclusive Bill Rosen track on Rock Band. For you Bill trivia fans, his rock band character currently rocks a white t-shirt and monstrous afro.
How many people can you name that have stripped at a Christmas party? …by popular demand? Bill has. Following another beer pong victory, the opposing team and some onlookers cranked up some dance music and cheered on Bill as he proceed to remove his shirt and swing it wildly above his head.
Bradley
As for Bill’s family… well, it turns out the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree at the Rosen household. I can’t remember a visit to Bill’s house that didn’t result in delicious baked treats or something being barbecued. He is the oldest of 4 children, and his next youngest brother is worthy of a page on this blog by himself. Bradley Rosen is nothing short of an entertainer. But it doesn’t stop there. While visiting for a football game, Bill’s dad decided to partake in a not-so-friendly game of beer pong against Bill and I. After getting annihilated 3 or 4 times in a row, Mr. Rosen proceeded to carve his name in the table as “Big Daddy”. Well played, sir. Well played.
Speaking of football games… if you look up “team spirit” in the dictionary, you’ll see a picture of Bill… drunk off his ass and screaming. WVU football wouldn’t be the same without him. I have a quote here that captures the experience in a nutshell. (On the topic of me being sober at the football game) “You didn’t win this one… you’re GONNA win the next one!” That’s classic Bill. The only stipulation here is if anything related to Penn State is involved. Then Bill transforms into a creature of rage and hatred. Be it football player, cheerleader, or trumpet player in the school band… he will boo them until his voice gives out.
He’s a man of the outdoors. Not many people love camping on the river like Bill does. And when it comes to building and maintaining campfires, there’s no one I’d sooner trust than… oh wait… right… the kerosene accident.
In high school we had a gang of sorts. Four white socially awkward guys that enjoyed rap music. During a trip to the movies we found ourselves stopped at a red light next to some other cars. Bill rolled down all of the windows and cranked the stereo. Thug life!
Our gang
Some of the best memories I have from my years in Maryland are sledding down a monster hill on the golf course near Bill’s house. Alex Tercero, Bill and I would gear up and spend the whole day sledding. A typical sled run would involve Bill screaming, “For Gondor!!!”, a mid hill collision, and Alex getting dragged behind and under our sleds until we reached a stop.
Plus let’s look at the facts. Bill was captain of the varsity soccer team in High School, remains an avid skiier, will be graduating with a dual major in Mechanical & Aerospace Engineering next fall, and is holding solid with his awesome girlfriend Tanya of many years. Impressed yet? I am.
So I leave you with this. A picture of Bill voluntarily, enthusiastically, and successfully stuffing himself into a dryer. Here’s to you, sir! And I don’t think anyone is as excited as I am for us to be roommates next fall.
"Quick! Shut the door!" - Bill Rosen
Mom Said:
on February 19, 2010 at 10:16 pm
since Bill is so comfortable in the dryer, maybe you can rent the spare bedroom to some one else to split rent 3 ways.