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When I was a wee lad I joined a chess club.
Before you ask, no, I was not good.
But the protagonist of this story isn't me, it's an 80 something years old man, some Galiberti.
Galiberti was a unique man, he told me that he disliked old people music, it was boring. He liked music if it was hammering. I introduced him to metal and before I knew it, he was an avid listened of iron maiden and metallica, but mostly iron maiden.
His funniest quirk, however, was a chess move that other players called "The Galiberti move", a feared technique he would only use if he felt he was gonna lose. The technique is quite simple, you see you're about to lose? You look at the adversary and say "Well this was a good game! It doesn't look like we're going anywhere though, we should call it a draw."