And that, my good friends, is exactly why Stan's a*se was twitching so violently as he took his seat against QPR last week.
Victory was a must, defeat at Hillsborough was a 'given', and if anyone out there thinks that this weekend's result would have been any different had we 'something to play for' they're deluding themselves.
I'm sure you've all done the maths; without those three points last week we were down, and Stan reckons even Ian 'Roeder-Baiter' Holloway can't turn that particular phenomenon into a joke.
As Stan writes he feels as though he has escaped jail thanks to a clever lawyer and a technicality. Last weekend we drank, danced and hugged in sheer relief, right now the cold fingers of fear are having one final tap of the season on Stan's shoulder, as he contemplates what might have been.
Relegation to the third tier of English Football? it's a hideous thought, and after what was conjured up at Hillsborough, we came a lot closer to it than Stan dares to contemplate for any great length of time.
Quite how we came to be in such a position is for another day, but make no mistake, what unfolded at the most infamous of English stadiums before yet another ludicrously large away following was the Canaries of both past and present to an absolute T.
We wasted chances, we offered chances at the other end and then stood like a rabbit in the headlights whilst the opposition took us to pieces and the hordes roared for Canary blood. Thanks heavens we were safe already.
Having had a quick flick around the web Stan can see that Saint Glenn was as hacked off by this final capitulation as the rest of us. The 5,000 odd there deserved better; the legions who have been tortured by our club's lunacy over the last three years deserved better. But on this day of all days, a certain Dion Dublin deserved better.
The great man will have played with some true legends in his time, and in some wonderful teams, but as he sat with a tear in his eye after the most emotional and heart-felt of departures from the field of play, he must have wondered how his final bow came to be as part of a team so seemingly devoid of the qualities he has displayed over the last 20-odd years.
Because, make no mistake, what unfolded from Dion's departure onwards was the stuff of Craven Cottage.
Whether player's eyes were full of tears, or their brains full of departure times of flights to Florida is by the by, it simply wasn't good enough in the end.
Stan has already praised from on high the Herculean efforts of Roeder and his staff in safeguarding our club's Championship status this season and will undoubtedly do so again in the days ahead, but feeling genuinely disillusioned at such an ignoble way to end the season is equally valid an emotion.
If we're looking for positives then in a 'Jarvis and Henderson up front away at Northampton…' sort of way, it will give something for the Doomcaster's of this world to digest over the months ahead. There is to be no cheap and simple answer to our present malaise. Roeder will bring the nous and the contacts, somehow the board need to bring the reddies to the table, regardless of Huckerby's whereabouts come August.
We miss the chances we miss and make the mistakes we make because we lack the quality to reverse these two fundamentals. Players who convert a higher ratio of chances or don't give the opposition an inch at the back come with a hefty price tag to boot.
Then once here they need to be moulded into the sort of team that doesn't roll over and die as soon as the foe they face gains the upper hand. We've seen it far to often in the past few seasons and it's a gaping Achilles heel that needs covering are we to make progress.
So there it is: Sheffield Wednesday 4, Norwich City 1 will adorn the history books for time immemorial. The final scene of a play that has skipped from tragedy to comedy to drama and dipped regularly into farce. The reviews are still to be written, but this particular theatre goer can't get to the exit quick enough!
Finally, thank you so much Dion, we wouldn't have reached the interval, let alone the final act without you. Many times over the last two years we really haven't deserved you.
Dion: Exit stage left to standing ovation…