Props to Projo.com. Here's a great article about what is was like being an extra on the set of Brotherhood ....
Never in my life had I been thrown off my feet and clearly embarrassed in a fight.
Growing up in Cranston, I was in a few scrapes — nothing serious, just your typical adolescent neighborhood rough stuff, but no one ever threw me a good distance. That’s until I became an Irish mobster.
Living a life connected with organized crime can be painful, and I realized that first-hand on the hottest day of summer in August 2005. With temperatures soaring upwards of 100 degrees, I found myself standing in the middle of a dusty softball field in the heart of Olneyville, face-to-face with another mobster.
He was a little taller than me, maybe 6 feet, and certainly a lot stronger. He didn’t like it too much when I put my hands on him, so he picked me up and threw me a good 10 feet before I slammed into the ground in a heap of dirt and sweat.
“Hey, you OK, man?â€
My time as a TV extra: How hard can this be?
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