By Nick Crisafi
The testosterone was flowing at Christ Fellowship’s Diesel event on October 13, 2016. It flowed just like the complimentary sweet tea that was distributed to guests through spigoted wooden cisterns in the church’s parking lot. It was evident in the monstrous tractors and swamp buggies that were on display. It was demonstrated through the air soft shooting range provided by Okeechobee Shooting Sports and the primal car smash that put sledgehammers and crowbars in the hands of the men in attendance, allowing them to take out their frustration on junked vehicles. In fact, the only thing missing was a bare-chested wood-chopping competition in front of a televised football game.
My friend and I arrived a little after 6:00 p.m. and walked the grounds, taking in the aforementioned manly attractions and activities. We made our way to the section of food trucks parked outside where we had a number of choices: everything from ice cream to gyros to burritos. We wolfed down two burgers standing over a table made of (what else?) a large wooden cable spool.
We were then told to head inside the worship hall for the main event where some of the hipster pastors were leading select members of the audience in more chest-thumping contests on stage. There was a timed big-rig tire flip and a live Mad Libs-type game where men were summoned to the stage to recall their