Week 12: At Green Bay Packers
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Total | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 49ers | 0 | 3 | 7 | 0 | 10 |
| Packers | 7 | 10 | 0 | 3 | 20 |
At Lambeau Field, Green Bay, Wisconsin
Sunday, November 23, 2003
After completing their first two-game win streak of the season, the 49ers traveled to their conference rival, the Green Bay Packers in Week 12. The Packers dominated on both sides of the ball, leading 17-3 at the half. Despite forcing Brett Favre into throwing three interceptions, the 49ers offense could only manage 192 total yards, a majority coming off the performance of their two star players, Garrison Hearst and Terrell Owens. Losing dropped the 49ers back under .500, at 5-6.
Scoring Summary
1st Quarter
GB- Javon Walker 66 yard pass from Brett Favre (Ryan Longwell kick)
2nd Quarter
GB- Robert Ferguson 16 yard pass from Brett Favre (Ryan Longwell kick)
SF- Todd Peterson 24 yard field goal
GB- Ryan Longwell 38 yard field goal
3rd Quarter
SF- Terrell Owens 24 yard pass from Tim Rattay (Todd Peterson kick)
4th Quarter
GB- Ryan Longwell 37 yard field goal
Read more about this topic: 2003 San Francisco 49ers Season, Regular Season
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