Just like that, the Dolphins unlocked a new, never-before-seen level of Dolphins you didn't know existed. It's like the time you unlocked those players in NBA Jam as a kid. Except that made you really happy, and this made you really want to rip a palm tree out of the ground and ride it down University Drive like a horsey.
It's not your fault, Mr. Douglas — the Miami Dolphins drafted you, and Dolphins Law states you must now lose all voluntary control of your motor skills and eventually retire from the league after a few cups of coffee with some other bad teams, and a short but successful stint with the Patriots. Soon after, you will buy a Pei Wei in Pembroke Pines and appear on one of the local radio stations from time to time.
What just happened? I blacked out.
This is the worst Miami Dolphins season ever. It's officially beaten me mentally.