I found a brother who chases his balls in public

At least he claimed he was my brother. We have different mothers. People say things, but that doesn't mean always that their true.

He told me; or rather his mother told me originally and he merely acknowledged me with a grunt once; that he had his own set of golf clubs, enjoyed the game with other deputies in his department, and liked doing tournaments for good causes.

I still keep thinking of him chasing those wee little balls and beating the heck out of the green in a temper tantrum, sometimes.

Ironically, when I was younger I never knew I had a brother. I did enjoy watching Bugs Bunny though. My favorite sketch to monologue was when the Abominable Snowman holds Bugs in his grips...

I will love him and hug him and pet him and call him...

...now what was my brother's name again???