The Short Story Needs a Plot Twist!

I've neglected the story for a while and it fell off the bottom of the page.  I bring it back so some of you can add to it and possibly spice it up some.  A plot twist or a colorful character may be necessary.  I know I can depend on my dozens of readers to come up with something!

Here's the story so far.  Just add a sentence of two in the comments, and if it's suitable I'll add it to the mix.

It was a dark and stormy night.  He had his entry form for the 11th Annual Coach Harry Groves Golf Tournament filled out and ready to send.  As he sat, intently honing his pitching wedge to a fine edge, his email alert sounded.   When he realized his hands had begun to tremble violently, then bizarrely in step to a favorite song from back in the day.  Somewhere nearby, a dog barked, a door slammed.  Undaunted by the slamming door, he focused on his choice between a medium shirt and an extra-medium.  Extra medium isn't going to work, he thought, I might need a large.  Checking off the space between "extra medium" and "large", he turned his thoughts to who else might be coming to the greatest golf tournament he has ever entered?  As the anxiety of the shirt selection abated, his next chore was to sort through the inventory in his golf bag - where could he get newer range balls in time for the big event?  Ignoring the elements, he decided to break out his pitching wedge and chip a few balls in the back yard. That's when he noticed Skwilli's 3 extra putters in his bag. They were right next to Paul Mundy's oversized driver carved out of illegal whale bone. After numerous fruitless whacks the only loft he gained was from clumps of lawn flying into the neighbor's yard; a neighbor who claims he "played" track at Pitt. but our hero knew that one of those putters was in the loooooooooong process of being delivered to its rightful caretaker who lived just minutes away.  Meanwhile, at headquarters, dozens of blog operatives were getting ready for the photo of last year's Golden Putter Winner, this year's Golden Putter Winner and Horace Ashenfelter III, the putter's namesake. But first, the police had to sort out the damage caused to the neighbor's house from all the night chipping and determine who was wildly chanting something having to do with rusty boots.