(Nice hair, asshat. Courtesy of Getty Images)
Just a dazed, disheveled, confused, sloppy, hot mess of humanity out there, capable of melting down on the mound at any given time with no rhyme or reason why nor any clue how to avoid it from happening. I don't know if his brain is the blind leading the blind of his mechanics or vice versa, and I don't think anybody does. But I don't think there is a more perfect visual representation of A.J. Burnett's Yankee career to this point than that photo above. This should win a Pulitzer or some kind of major photography award.
P.S.- Coincidentally, that's the exact same expression I have on MY face every time A.J. leaves a game (minus the gay hair).