Patsy Clothesline #3LD
Position: Jammer, blocker
Height: 5′6″
Favorite Move: The Dash-n-Smash (only ’cause clotheslines are illegal)
Favorite Color: The blue in the bruise I gave you
Tag Line: “Crazy”
Sign: Aries
Likes: Good beer, good music and good lovin’
Dislikes: Planes
More Information: May 2010 “Rebel of the Month” Q&A
On March 5, 1963, at 6:20 p.m., a small plane crashed outside of Camden, Tennessee. No one survived the crash—or so folks thought.
The plane had crashed in the backyard of a deserted homestead, near the area of the yard where women hung clothes out to dry. This was fortunate for the lone survivor of the crash, a woman with a massive head injury, who could only remember that people called her “Patsy.” She crawled her way out of the wreckage, using the old homestead’s clothesline to pull herself to safety.
Patsy walked for miles through the mountain forest, and when she couldn’t walk anymore, she fell asleep next to a peaceful creek. When she woke in the morning and saw her reflection in the water, she noticed that her hair had grown long over night, as if she’d been asleep for years. Also, no matter how many times she dipped her head in the creek, she couldn’t wash the red out of her hair—the blood from her head wound had permanently tinted it.
Following the creek out of the forest, Patsy finally came upon a road, where she stuck out her thumb when a truck passed by. Of course, the trucker stopped for her. The trucker, Billy Ray, was headed to Gainesville, Florida, with a load of Fender guitars and his three-legged dog, Rodney.
On the drive to Gainesville, Patsy fell in love with Billy Ray and Rodney—and the pair of roller skates Billy Ray bought for her at a yard sale. She loved those skates so much that she wore them all the time, even while giving birth to Billy Ray’s 14 babies.
And they all lived happily ever after…
