Back in high school, the T&F team had a female long-jumper whose last name was Dick. The highlight of every meet was when the long-jump official would announce, "Smith up, Jones on deck, Dick in the hole." That's when every meet turned into a giggle-fest and had to be delayed for an hour or so (eventually, this inevitable delay was built into the schedule). Good times.
I felt bad for her, and she definitely needed to change events. Luckily, she wasn't born a thoroughbred ("Dick wins by a head").
This story features some embellishment.