Yesterday it struck me, right in the middle of a marathon 8-hour session ofTwilight Imperium 3 (in which for the 3rd time in a row the same annoying bloke whipped my backside with some very effective psychological warfare andepic-scaled whining, what I like so much about American games: the meta-game.Yes, I was losing my fleets rapidly, and despite the fact this guy kept hitting mewith his cosmic boobs (his self-dubbed synonym for the feared warsuns)...for some strangeunlogical reason I seemed to enjoy the session tremendously.