1) Drink. Weep like a child.
2) Run up my credit card with championship memorabilia immediately after the game.
3) Fly down to Miami...stay with relatives.
4) Go to Dade Memorial Park, put a championship banner on my Dad's grave.
5) Get the only tattoo I will ever have...Miami Dolphins Super Bowl Champions, with the names of my Dad and two of my cousins who never got to see a Super Bowl championship (My Dad passed when I was 2, and the last game he saw was the Dolphins losing Super Bowl Vi. They didn't lose again for a year and a half.)
6) Go to the parade. More weeping.
7) Swag.
8) Call every Jets fan I know. Laugh. Hang up.
9) Find Jimmy Buffett. Convince him to refresh the Miami Dolphins fight song. Not in a T-Pain way...just so it's something that doesn't make me think "Man, the Carpenters would have made this song sound cooler."
10) More swag.
11) Go to Biscayne Gardens Elementary School. Find the tree that I carved "Dolphins are #1" in. Recarve.
12) Fly home.
13) Drive to my Jets fan neighbor's house. Do donuts in his back yard, with my swaggy car flag flying and the Miami Dolphins fight song blaring.