I think — as I roughly described earlier — that being a Cubs fan probably feels something like listening to a lot of grunge music in high school: angst ridden.

And I also think — as justified by the growing ’shrine to futility’ outside of Wrigley Field — that I am correct in this assumption. Cubs fans are beyond loving their loserness.

Wrigleyville was a vast open-air wake Sunday with a sad little shrine.

Grieving fans left candles, flowers, cans of Old Style, and some nasty notes to the Cubbies at a makeshift memorial to the 2008 season outside Wrigley Field.

One letter, short and to the point, stood out.

“Dear Cubs,” it began. “Thanks for nothing.”

The shrine, at Waveland and Sheffield, was started by Murphy’s Bleachers workers upset at the Cubs getting drummed out of the playoffs. It grew as passersby added messages and trinkets.

Hey, just like Kurt Cobain! Except minus the part about someone actually dying. This is actually the sort of thing that makes me get a little less sympathetic towards Cubbie fans — honestly, it is awful that your team lost.

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