I could get in my car, and make it to the Galen Center in time for the 1 p.m. tip.

I could get in my car, and make it to the Galen Center in time for the 1 p.m. tip.

It would be the most poorly-planned trip of my basketball life (postseason WNIT games and WNBA playoff games were as-announced, equally messy), but driving home without sleep would be a bad idea.

If Utah doesn’t host rounds one and two of the NCAA, driving to Los Angeles today could be my last chance to watch the Utes play this season. It’s what I get for never examining the schedule to find that the mountain teams don’t visit the Bay Area.

Alternatively, there are all sorts of odd last-minute air travel bargains for next week’s games with the Washingtons. The lowest-cost flight from SFO to SLC seems to involve sitting in the plane for 18 hours.

I wonder if there’s room in the University Guest House, in which case I wouldn’t need a car. I’ve been looking forward to another stay in that place — you know how such things go; by the time I’d learned how to walk here and there, it was time to leave.

It strikes me a bit funny that I could do a better job orchestrating a sudden trip out of town than finding a place to live.