I spent a summer hiking the PCT and had with me a small transistor radio. I'd use it mostly for weather updates but on occasion, in my tent at night, would tune into a game. Well, the weird thing was that of all the signals I received (obviously, San Francisco, Oakland, Los Angeles, Sand Diego, and Seattle), I was able to tune into a Padres game for almost the entire state of California....It wasn't until I was in the furthest reaches of California when I lost that signal....And truthfully, the Padres weren't very good.
That much said I grew up just outside of San Francisco and last year, a lifetime of Giants fandom paid off...And admittedly, I never saw it coming. I thought they had good pitching, a mediocre at best offense and through 2/3rds of the season I seemed correct...then they caught fire...and then the playoffs...then the World Series.
I honestly think that baseball reflect the temperament of long distance hiking rather well. It's a long haul, and every team goes through its ups and downs...just like a hike goes through on a long hike. (Thankfully, a long hiker seems to have fewer downs than the typical Giants season of my youth).