I'm the T; defense gets the steal.
I start to backtrack quickly when I start to feel my feet go out from under me. I try to maintain my balance, attempting some sort of wide stance before going down, but it turns into one of those inevitable falls that lasts five weeks.
My downward thoughts: "Oh no, not now, try to balance, won't work, oh s**t, here it comes, don't fall into the crowd...!" WHAM, flat on my back, possibly leaving a crack in the foundation.
Someone in the front row asks if I'm all right. I pop up and high tail it to the end line, just in time for the layup. I hold a thumbs up to the crowd going back down the other way. My partner tells me they went on about it for several minutes. Rabbit ears.
Lone upside: Falling is the one thing an official can do that pleases everybody.