I learned to play tennis as an adult and for several decades I enjoyed the sport as an active participant. About midway in that run I took an interest in watching professional tennis, mostly via the tube since opportunities to attend a venue in person were limited.
I enjoyed the tv experiences, Court, Borg, Evert, McEnroe, Navratilova, Lendl, Goolagong, Agassi, enough names to give you the idea. Anyway, when the participants started audibly grunting and groaning my interest faded. I thought they were unnecessarily showboating, and the protracted scream following the grunt reinforced my notion.
I have learned something. When I attempt to rise from the ground, or sometimes even from sitting in a chair, my effort is accompanied by an involuntary and quite audible vocal noise. It is due to the effort expended and the pain accompanying same, you see. Thus, I now realize that the tennis players are exerting so much effort that the vocal noise is emitted unbidden.
I never exerted that much effort on the tennis court. Yet were I to return to watching the game on tv, I should have to do it only with full mute. And, of course, there is zero chance that I would ever again step onto the court with racquet in hand.
Son Mark and his wife Patty are tennis instructors, aficionados, rabid fans. Today is their wedding anniversary, 38th I believe. Happy anniversary, Kids.