The bronze medallist in the IOC presidency race talks about corruption in Lausanne, doping in Beijing, and his own fading hopes for an Olympic legacy.
strongsmell.com: You have a funny name, you know that?
Dick Pound: I beg your pardon?
smell: Dick. Pound. Get it?
DP: Um, not really.
smell: You know, like... Dick... D-I-C-K...
DP: ...
smell: Pound...
DP: Sorry, I'm just not following you.
smell: Pound... pound... ing... your... dick...
DP: Yeah, I'm Dick.
smell: No, the other "your." Not you are Dick, just your dick.
D.P: I'm afraid you've lost me again.
smell: Oh, for Pete's sake.
DP: Okay. It's a funny name. Whatever. I don't understand why you think it's funny, but whatever. Can we move on?
smell: It's a euphemism for penis.
D.P: What is?
smell: Dick.
DP: Yes?
smell: Dick is a euphemism for penis.
DP: Since when?
smell: Since forever. Jeez, were you born on a raft?
DP: So basically you're saying my name reminds you of the sin of Onan.
smell: Totally! Heh heh heh.
DP: Oh.
smell: Haw!
D.P: ...
smell: ...
DP: Well, I don't see how you could have expected me to know all that ahead of time.
smell: ...
DP: You know what happened to Onan?
smell: What?
DP: He missed.
smell: ...
DP: So then God struck him dead.
smell: Oh.
DP: So there's a pretty good lesson in that for the archery competitors, huh?
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