THE CHEAP SEATS with STEVE CAMERON: With ties to both teams, I'm pulling for history on Sunday

Two days until the nightmare Super Bowl.

Seriously, when somebody asks me who’s going to win, I tell them I’m going to be on a scientific trip to Antarctica over the weekend.

So.

What’s my problem with this damn game?

Easy.

I have strong personal connections with four NFL teams: the Seahawks (since I’m covering them) and Green Bay (because I wrote the Packers 75th anniversary book and spent months inside the organization).

You can guess the other two.

My father and his partner were the 49ers’ first accountants when the franchise was formed, back before NFL teams had sprawling computers and armies of bean counters.

The Niners quite literally were family.

On top of the corporate business, Dad also handled the personal income tax for several 49ers players, and as a wee kid, I got to meet some of these friendly giants up close.

My folks (then ultimately my sister and her husband) had season tickets with numbers so low that they were selected for every Super Bowl the 49ers have played.

THEN WE get to the Chiefs, with whom I spent more than a couple of decades.

Even though I grew up near San Francisco – and went to high school about two miles from the 49ers’ current stadium in Santa Clara – my professional life started in Topeka, Kan.

I was stationed there in the Air Force after college, and got a job at the local newspaper immediately afterward.

Eventually, the Capital-Journal decided to open a one-person sports bureau in Kansas City – and I was it.

What great fun.

I covered the Chiefs and Royals (along with the NFL Scouts and NBA Kings until they left town), traveled around the country with these teams and was considered part of the gang.

I still have plenty of friends in Kansas City, since I lived there long enough to become something of a Midwesterner.

Only the sales job of Mike Patrick and the challenge of The Press lured me to the gorgeous Northwest – for which I will be eternally grateful.

How else could I have landed at Twin Lakes Village?

Plus.

Somewhere on my own list of athletic accomplishments is carding a birdie on the island hole at The Coeur d’Alene Resort.

Oh, and I should add getting out to ski again, after years of letting my boots gather dust.

This summer, I’m going to see if I can handle a kayak.

However.

There’s still that hook to Kansas City.

I’ve got all sorts of friends and various pals connected to the Chiefs — including my stepson, Matthew.

As a bonus, his girlfriend Madi is a full-time Swiftie, so they’re now REALLY part of the Chiefs world.

So, yes, I suppose I’ll have to roll with my present family when we get around to kick-off on Sunday.

EVEN IF I had no personal affiliation with the teams in this Super Bowl, I’d still probably lean toward the Chiefs.

Please don’t come banging on my door, all you ex-pats from Northern California.

I get it.

But remember, you’ve left, too.

Anyhow, why would I root for the Chiefs against the team of my youth?

Simple.

Patrick Mahomes.

Just like I feel so glad that I got to see Willie Mays in his prime (and in person), it’s the same with Mahomes.

There will be a day when your kids and grandkids will read about Mahomes, watch tapes of him, and ask you if he’s the best quarterback who’s ever played the position.

Besides, I enjoy seeing history.

Sometime, we’ll have coffee and I’ll tell you about seeing five major league no-hitters — including Nolan Ryan’s first (of seven) and a perfect game thrown by Catfish Hunter.

So, history.

This Super Bowl would give Mahomes (and Travis Kelce) two in a row and three in five years.

Taylor Swift would only be landing her first — but hey, that would be news, too.

Meanwhile.

The only way I can look at this game is to accept that my background offers me a winner.

Either way.

Email: scameron@cdapress.com

Steve Cameron’s “Cheap Seats” columns appear in The Press four times each week, normally Tuesday through Friday unless, you know, stuff happens.

Steve suggests you take his opinions in the spirit of a Jimmy Buffett song: “Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.”