I've been rereading (for the umpteenth time) my favorite book on basketball officiating, "Calling The Shots" by Earl Strom. He relates a story about former NBA referee supervisor Pat Kennedy and former Rochester Royal coach Lester Harrison.
"One of his players hit a jumper and was fouled. As Kennedy blew his whistle, he was bumped, breaking off a piece of the whistle. It got stuck in his throat and he collapsed on the floor, fighting for air. Lester ran out on to the court, got down on his hands and knees right over the stricken Kennedy, and said, "Pat, Pat, before you die, tell 'em the basket counted."
And who says the NBA isn't first and foremost entertainment?