The end is in sight for this season of So You Think You Can Dance.

Remember all the laffs we've had, all the teary cries we've shared late Thursday nights, as our fave hunky dancing fool was escorted weepily off the SYTYCD stage by Miss Cat Deeley?

Oh, has it been a season! A season... of joy.

And now, I sit and type just days away from the final episode of this season, when Nigel Lythgoe will toss his lightly-frosted hair and straighten his clip-on tuxedo tie, and saunter out into his padded judging chair to rattle off one more evening's worth of platitudes and nitpicks about plies, pasa dobles, and perhaps a gavotte, if we're extremely fortunate.

Last week's elimination was especially difficult, as it saw the departure of two of the more ludicrously-named competitors this season, Kherington and Gev. Both sound like creatures from the cantina scene in Star Wars. Gev will be especially missed; his lecherous gropes and gazes toward the female dancers always provided a creepy chuckle during a slow episode.

This week's performance show — this next-to-last week! can one believe it? — found the final six dancers pairing off and performing solos in just an hour of air time. Frankly, it's a relief; as much as I enjoy my crappy summer reality shows, I have a firm rule that any reality episode over two hours is gonna drag like crazy and be stuffed full of needless, unentertaining padding. So to get not only the true creme de la creme of the show's contestants, but cram it all into an hour, was damned refreshing.

I thought I'd deliver some commentary this week in the form of a handicapping for the remaining dancers and my views on whether or not they will take the big prize. By the time you read this, two of the dancers below will be sent packing; I hope you can still see my words through the tears.

Twitch: See ya, pal. It's been a fun ride, and you've got charm to spare, but you don't have the chops to run with the other dancers left at this point. His samba with Chelsie was cringe-worthy, and his hip-hop conductor routine frankly failed a bit in the choreography department for me, which meant it failed in the dance department, too. Apparently the Siamese twins of hip-hop CAN occasionally do wrong. Plus, what's up with the mock-Superman "T" insignia that he wears all the time now? Is this guy so amazing he deserves his own logo? I think not.