Rams 11, 49ers 35: Primetime Perversion

Something is rotten in the state of damn Rams football.

The Rams scored three points in the first three quarters. That is an average of one point per quarter, a per unit output that is both impossible per the rules but also because it's impossible to be that bad at offensive football.

Daryl Richardson ran the ball one more time than Johnny Hekker punted it, one more rush than the point the Rams accrued over 60 minutes of football. Throughout Richardson's 12 carries, he gained 16 yards. Benny Cunningham picked up the backup role gaining 6 yards on four carries. The tortoise awoke from its nap, stretched, and continued it's path. There was time.

Sam Bradford, perplexingly, looked perhaps the worst of any game of his career. There were lengthy discussions of whether or not this was a make or break year (MOBY) for Sam Bradford. If you thought those were settled, you are probably a county judge or magistrate.

The run defense opened up strong before plain opening up. Frank Gore gored out more than 150 yards on 20 carries. Kendall Hunter gained 49 yards on 11 carries, 27 more yards in 5 less carries than Richardson and Cunningham combined.

Cortland Finnegan got injury-benched. Jake Long got injury-benched.

The O-line looked feckless. The D-line looked reckless. Something something something spent that on a necklace.

They say it is darkest before the dawn. It's really damn dark right now.