All I hear is butterknives this, butterknives that. Well guess what? I'm fucking deadly with my putter. It's a weapon in my hands. Government spies should be dropping down from the heavens to try and take this thing away from me. Can I get my ball out of a bunker? No chance. But can I sink a putt from 3 zip codes down the road? Absolutely. Frankie Putterknives.