But there's still the matter of the fence. Last year the clusterfuck caused by overcrowding had many impatient attendees (not to mention a few lucky interlopers) hopping the barricade and stampeding towards the action, and no high-tech option, short of those exploding neck braces from Running Man, can really stop that kind of rush. That's where the organizers have gotten creative with an old-fashioned solution:
Grease. Handfuls of grease are being lathered on top of the fence as we type. This just might work. Until the opposition starts wearing sandpaper gloves.