I would have loved to get it down to the final 5, too. I was so close!
Also, I came stacked in intimidating gear (cardigan sweater, sleeveless CFF t-shirt, two wristbands, Shit Kicker belt buckle), but dropshot blew me out of the water by busting out a t-shirt depicting my cat flushing me down a toilet (while his cat looks on). It was a brilliant tactical move, and it no doubt gave him the competitive edge.
As punishment for losing, I have to grow a mustache for two weeks. It's coming along... and at the moment I look like a total molester. The prices we pay for losing! I tell you.
In conclusion: The battle was fun. And it's good to know that we can use our pinball skills to settle those really important arguments that we seem to have pretty often on this message board. If you (yes, you!) are feeling like raging out against your prime foe, challenge them to a duel!