A highly admirable approach. But for me, absolutely everyone I know called Craig (whether as a forename or surname) pronounces it “Cray-g”. Must be something to do with that I in the middle, although since when has pronunciation had anything to do with spelling?
Perhaps significantly, all the Craigs I have encountered have been from (ahem) English-speaking nations, such as the UK, Ireland, New Zealand, Australia etc. I wonder what a Canadian Craig would say?
I had a “friend” back in New Brunswick who had her own strange language, complete with her very own nuggets of wisdom… I’m sure I’ve posted these before, but they slay me every time, so I’ll post them again:
“That’s just an old wise tale.” (proper word: wives)
About her dog, bouncing around in the backseat: “Oh, she has to go through that whole rigor mortis.” :eek: (proper word: rigamarole)
“Never lick a gift horse in the mouth.” (proper word: look)
She insists that a proper alternative pronounciation of the word “Saturday” is “Se’erdee”. Also, “Mundee, Toosdee, Wensdee, Thursdee, Fridee, Sundee.” (proper words: oh, come on, people!)
After listening to the news a couple years ago regarding terrorists and possible future attacks, she comes to me in a panic: “They say on the news that they’re planning on using German warfare next!” (proper word: germ)
I once e-mailed her, asking about the proper spelling of her name, and she e-mails me back: “My first and middle name has a plank between them.” (proper word: blank; though I did pause a moment and wonder if she had meant hyphen)
Other words in the same e-mail: Tamarrow (tomorrow), chesse (cheese), fling (flying), Seabaschin (Sebastian), groshries (groceries). All spelled as she pronounces them.
Oh, and she drives a Suzuki Vitara, which she insists on calling her Jeep. (proper word: Suzuki Vitara)
An hour with her is fun. Living with her nearly drove me insane. I accidentally managed to open her “dairy” on her computer once, while I was looking for a .txt file I had saved for her - I read the first sentence without realising it was her diary before closing it quickly. Apparently, she truly - in her heart, deep in her soul - believes that she is Jezus, “rincarnted”. (proper words: Jesus reincarnated, I think!) :eek: Remind me not to say a little prayer before a big spelling bee…
FTR, my Canadian friend Craig pronounces his name “kregg”. We called him “Craigory” 
My dad will want to talk AT someone instead of TO someone. I once got in trouble as a kid because he called home and asked, “Is your mother there? I want to talk at her.” So I pointed the phone at mom across the room and shouted, “OK dad! fire away!”
I had a girlfriend who couldn’t pronounce Pacific, specific, and pistachio correctly. I used to crack her up trying to get her to repeat after me: “Pistachios, specifically Pacific pistachios, are special pistachios.” Sure, it doesn’t make sense, but that didn’t matter since she couldn’t say it anyway.