What happens when you realize you're stuck in a temporal loop? Five years ago, the Huffington Post published their infamous SEO-trolling article "What

Time Does The Superbowl Start?", sparking a wave of thinkpieces, SEO explainers, copycats, Joycian reveries, and clickbait innovations. We weren't immune to it either, extending the question to peak foliage, Game of Thrones and Class3Killstorms. Maybe that alone

Does not a rip in the space/time continuum make, but consider this: three years ago, Beyonce performed at halftime, far overshadowing

The game between the Baltimore Ravens and San Fransisco 49ers (and literally blowing out the lights). And now here we are in 2016, preparing for yet another

Super Bowl, once again wondering when all the hoopla will end, once again anticipating the halftime show when Beyonce will overshadow the game (and Coldplay, who will otherwise provide the very tender background music to the game). If all points in time are equally "real," if the flow of time is an illusion and the past, present and future are tenseless, then that means all things are occurring at all times simultaneously. It means Britney Spears still can't wait to see the next episode of Modern Family! It means Brett Favre is flying in a Möbius strip. It means Beyonce has never stopped strutting. It means the Super Bowl is always being played, and will never


(Fine: Super Bowl XLIV (44) ended at approximately 10:12 p.m. EST; Super Bowl XLV (45) ended at approximately 10:23 p.m. EST; Super Bowl XLVI (46) ended at 9:53 p.m. EST; Super Bowl XLVII (47) ended at 10:45 p.m. EST; Super Bowl XLVIII (48) ended at 9:55 p.m. EST; and Super Bowl XLIX (49) ended at 10:07 p.m. EST. Therefore, we can say with 100% certainty that Super Bowl 50 will definitely end at 10:17:30 p.m. EST, and then you won't be forced to participate in the Under Armoured opiate of the masses for 364 more days, give or take the infinite chronological loop of existence.)