Ballad of the Right-Fielder

A sportscar goes pretty fast
And circulatory blood too
To arrive at a new ballpark
And find it's the same old field

Tarps were not yet put on
When it all came pouring down
For who's the ump in charge?
The whole thing's a muddy mess

But take to right-field
With the rest of your team
And wait for the ball
And a ubiquitous ump's call

So three were up
And three went back down
As these bases,
This game goes round and round

And after seven others had batted
A curious step to the plate
Tale told it was a mighty wield
Inches away, back to right-field