Something about a guy who lives forever, walks on snow, and slays woolly mammoths by sliding down their trunk and firing an arrow into their brain while they’re running at full speed strikes me as super-heroish.
That’s literally the point of the show though. It was 7 (or however many) seasons of him trying to be in a relationship with what’s-her-face. And 9/10 of the whacky situations he found himself in really weren’t his fault (again, kinda the whole point).
As the great philosopher Homer Simpson said, “I have the worst luck when I’m drinking.” That pretty much sums up Hank’s life. That and sleeping with amazing looking women all the time.