That aside, there is a fatalistic numerology that befalls Cubs fans, who sometimes appear as drunk on fascination with their team's futility as they are on Old Style beer. It is encapsulated on a six-digit sign that sits on a Sheffield Avenue rooftop, beyond the rightfield bleachers. Until recently the sign had read AC 145895, the number of years in this Anno Cubbie since the team's last division title (14), pennant (58) and world championship (95). But on Sept. 27, when Chicago clinched the NL Central, the first two numbers were switched to a zero, a match for the goose eggs Wood and Prior have been producing since April. In a seven-game NLCS they would pitch at least twice each. You do the math.