This was the big one tonight, wrapping up the "So You Think You Can Dance" season. And the winners are ...

As the final three dancers had their last chance to impress voters, "So You Think You Can Dance" reminded us of a remarkable moment, early on. There was Kent Boyd, 18 and overwhelmed. "I'm a frikkin' farm guy and I'm dancing next to Alex frikkin' Wong!" he said.

Wong -- already a brilliant Miami Ballet soloist -- had seen worlds that Boyd could only imagine. He and Billy Bell were already stars when Boyd was an unknown kid in small-town Ohio.

And then:

-- Wong was injured and had to leave the show.

Watching this week's "So You Think You Can Dance," we were tempted to feel cheated. What? Nothing happened? At the end of the week, the judges decided not to decide. Instead, they'll oust two people next week.

Nothing happened -- other than making an impression on viewers and judges for the next weeks. Still, this is kind of understandable; the judges had no solution; their only options were to dump:

Hey, this is turning into a dance demolition derby.

For the second straight week, the "So You Think You Can Dance" ouster wasn't because of viewers' votes or judges' views. It was because someone was injured and couldn't continue.

Last week, it was the brilliant Alex Wong; tonight, it was the appealing Ashley Galvan. This is sort of like a gladiator tournament, except that the loser isn't (to my knowledge) slain afterward.

This time, it was telegraphed from the start, because:

-- We didn't really see Ashley until the end; and

Chances are, you already knew that life isn't fair. (That's something already known to people in the Gulf Coast and in Cleveland.) For further proof, there's Alex Wong and "So You Think You Can Dance."

In my next life, I think I'll be a soldier or a saboteur or a stunt pilot, but not a dancer. Dancing seems way too dangerous -- especially after this week's "So You Think You Can Dance."

Alex Wong injured an achilles tendon and was pulled from the competition -- maybe for this week and maybe for the season. Allison, one of the show's "all-stars," re-injured a rib and asked to be taken to the hospital. And to think some parents breathe a sigh of relief when their kids turn to dance instead of football.

OK, that wasn't exactly a night of mad suspense.

After Wednesday's "So You Think You Can Dance," I predicted (see previous blog) that Melinda Sullivan, Billy Bell and Robert Roldan would be in the bottom three, with Melinda being sent home. That's exactly what happened.

It really had to. Melinda was also in the bottom three the first two weeks, but survived. On Wednesday, two judges said they'd made a mistake by not ousting her last week.

It's good that "So You Think You Can Dance" is requiring everyone to do a solo on Wednesdays. For a while, it seemed like we'd never see some of them.

The show was only requiring solos (on Thursdays) for people in the bottom three. That meant no Alex Wong or Jose Ruiz or Billy Bell or such; it meant seeing a Melinda Sullivan solo every week.

Tonight, everyone had to do one. And we saw that those people -- plus Ashley Galvan, Adechike Torbert and Kent Boyd -- are rather magnificent soloists.

Clearly, this is not the summer to be a woman on "So You Think You Can Dance." Adding up the first two weeks, there were:

-- Twelve chances (six each week) to dump a man into the bottom three. Only one was dumped there.

-- Nine chances (five the first week, four the second) to dump a woman there. Five were dumped.

In the first week, Alexie Agdeppa was ousted; Cristina Santana and Melinda Sullivan survived. Tonight (Thursday), those two were in the bottom again, along with Robert Roldan. Cristina was sent home.

This was the television equivalent of coitus interruptus.

Tonight's "So You Think You Can Dance" gave us Kent Boyd, the farm kid from Botkins, Ohio. He was marveling at his pairing with Courtney Galiano, a city kid from New York.

"She doesn't care -- lets you touch her wherever you want," Kent said, in his best Botkins bumpkin persona. Soon, they were sliding into a sensuous routine, bodies blending lithely, when ...