The purity of the sport and its emotional intensity are what hooked me. There's no place to hide, there's just you and your opponent, and relentless struggle and testosterone aggression and killer instinct, safely contained. I got to "sublime" by way of "sublimation". It's a manly art, a kind of grand opera, and quite beautiful in its way.
I think if you mixed up photos of, say, 10 Greek guys and 10 Italian guys, and then had a "blind tasting", people would be able to pick out which was which, more often than not. If you mixed up photos of, say, 100 Mediterranean guys and said "pick out the Greeks" that would be a lot harder. European tribal history is SO complicated. An English friend once tried to explain to me the ethnic makeup of the UK and it make my head hurt. I interupted his long tale of Picts and Jutes and asked him if today, walking down the street, he could still tell these different ethnic groups just by looking, and he said "Oh yes, definitely"
I'm not sure what ethnicity Michaelangelo's David is supposed to have. In theory David was a nice Jewish boy, but in practice his statue probably looks a lot like whoever was at the gym that day when M went to hire a model.
He looks Italian to me.