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This is a team that’s every bit as underwhelming as the record.

A team that looked disinterested. Forget about the opportunity to start to repair the wreck of the season with another month remaining. They looked as if they were playing in the season’s final game.

On one series late in the third quarter, Griffin took an 8-yard loss. He scrambled away from trouble on the next play, then frantically threw the ball away. Facing third-and-18, the white flag came out. Roy Helu took a handoff on a draw. Boos cascaded down.

Or recall a few minutes later, when the Redskins, somehow, someway, remained in the game. But the 49ers drove down to the 1-yard line and, on second down, Colin Kaepernick faked a handoff, rolled right and saw something remarkable. Tight end Vernon Davis stood alone in the end zone, no player within several yards. Touchdown catches don’t come easier.

That sent what remained of the crowd scrambling for the exits. By game’s end, thousands of boisterous 49ers supporters clustered toward the field and cheered their team thousands of miles from home.

No amount of postgame psycho-babble from Griffin about choosing to get better can fix the problems, as if greatness was simply a decision, rather than a function of roster riddled with holes and players, including himself, who aren’t improving.

But Griffin’s words are a sideshow to the season. What happens on the field is what matters, where a team is spiraling to oblivion where not even a podium can slow the fall.