What game?

There's a snippet of a video out there which informs you that the Stupor Bowl advertising sells at a rate of $86,000 per second. That's about as succinct a piece of evidence of the grossness of this country as I've ever seen. Some friends and neighbors had people over who both did and did not watch The Big Game; the highlight of the afternoon for me was the husband's famous chili.
His son and the son's wife were over, and he told me about the Seattle restaurant he's been cooking in; it's gotten a reputation as a "cougar den." Mystified by a term I'd never heard before, I asked him about it. He told me it means older women, all gussied up, surgically altered, clothed in garb at once too low and too high, who stalk much younger men. Evidently they lurk around the piano player, too. This is a sight I do not really want to encounter, I think.
Sad and awful.