I believe he might sing something along these lines, with the same heartfelt resignation, about the Bullpen:
E lucevan le Bullpen
How the stars used to shine there,
How sweet the earth smelled,
The bullpen gate would creak,
And a footstep would lightly crease the sand.
Chen would come in, fragrant as a flower,
And he'd promptly issue a bases loaded walk.
* * *
Now, my dream has vanished forever.
My last hour has flown, and I die, hopeless!
And never have I hated life more!
[Serious note: do yourself favor and watch this version of E lucevan le stelle].
[Second serious note: some say nobody does it better than Mario Lanza].