Never mind that the test-and-trace system, which saved more prescient countries from being overwhelmed by coronavirus, won't be fully operational here for months.
Never mind the laughable irony that people from considerably less infected places will be quarantined after stepping foot on our disease-ridden shores.
Never mind that the UK has ignominiously recorded more Covid-19 deaths in a single day than the rest of the EU combined.
And never mind that the US president gasses his own citizens just to facilitate a photo opportunity outside a church he doesn't worship at, brandishing a bible he'll never open.
What does it all matter, now that the footie's back after 100 barren days. Yeah!
Well, sort of back. As Spock would say to Captain Kirk, it's life Jim, but not as we know it.
Notwithstanding past challenges, however, and the spurious reasoning behind the 'restart' this time - in football's psychology there's always the next game, next season, next year.
That may not be the case, though, for some of the lesser clubs - ie, non-Premier League - who'll be irredeemably crippled by this deadly pandemic.
And it certainly wasn't the case for two of the most lamented "victims of circumstance" in football history, both of whom I have a Titanic-like affinity with.
A lifelong friend, Paul McWilliams, is the grandson of Belfast Celtic's most revered player, the legendary Mickey Hamill.
And my late father was at Windsor Park that infamous day, December 27, 1948 - often described as the local game's darkest hour - when incensed, demented so-called Linfield fans attacked Celtic players at the end of a volatile 1-1 draw.
Up until his death in 2006, my dad blamed what happened that day on the Blues' stadium announcer, who lit the touch paper at half-time by revealing that Linfield defender Bob Bryson, carried off after an accidental collision with prolific young Celtic striker Jimmy Jones, had suffered a broken leg.
There was nothing accidental, however, about the savage, brutal assault on Jones after the final whistle.
Surgeon Jimmy Withers succeeded in saving the player's hideously mangled right leg but Jones lived the rest of his days with one limb shorter than the other.
By the time Jones - a Protestant but, both literally and figuratively, 'playing for the other side' - had recuperated, the 14-times champions, peppered with supremely gifted players such as Jackie Denver, Paddy Bonnar, Charlie Currie, Tom 'Bud' Aherne, Johnny Campbell, Kevin McAlinden, Robin Lawler and Harry Walker, had sensationally withdrawn from the Irish League.
Stung by what they regarded as the Irish FA's laissez faire attitude to an appalling incident which made headlines worldwide, Belfast Celtic could have been forgiven for pulling the plug immediately but instead opted to carry on until the end of that season.
The reverberations of this iconic, irreplaceable club's monumental decision lasted for decades, but at least it was their call.
No such luxury for the brilliant Yugoslavia national side I had the dubious pleasure of witnessing up close in Belgrade back in March 1991.
My first away trip with the Northern Ireland team - and what a baptism that was.
We arrived during the aftermath of a huge anti-communist rally which saw protesters shot and tear-gassed by security forces loyal to the country's detested president. Remind you of anything?
Slobodan Milosevic's alternative solution to insurrection - mass genocide - was imminent. A basket-case country with internecine strife between rival Christian groups, protests against an undemocratic government alliance, sectarian murder in the border areas; yep, we felt right at home in Belgrade.
And, like our wee country, our hosts for this Euro 92 qualifier had a 'mixed' team to cheer - but there the comparisons ended.
Yugoslavia (comprising Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Macedonia and Montenegro) were, back then, the best team in the world.
They could call on the likes of - deep breath - Prosinecki, Boban, Jarni, Stimac, Boksic, Suker, Stojkovic, Mijatovic, Jugovic, Savicevic and Pancev. Yikes!
Zvonimir Boban, Dinamo Zagreb skipper and future AC Milan superstar, is actually credited with - literally - kicking off the bloody Balkan conflict with his Cantona-style attack on a cop who'd been beating a home fan during fierce rioting between Dinamo and Red Star Belgrade fans in the Croatia capital.
Following a 4-1 defeat in the 55,000-capacity but virtually empty Marakana Stadium, a shell-shocked Billy Bingham admitted: "It could have been 10-1. This is possibly the finest football team I've ever seen. I'm sure they'll go on to win Euro 92."
It's history now that 'Yugoslavia', or what was left of it, were withdrawn (courtesy of United Nations Security Council Resolution 757) and replaced, just 10 days before the tournament started, by Group 4 runners-up and eventual winners Denmark.
That's often written up as a 'fairytale' but although the Danes' last-minute inclusion was fortunate, they were a world-class outfit themselves - which gives you some idea of how brilliant Yugoslavia were and, tragically, what they didn't go on to achieve.
Think about that, Liverpool fans, next time you embark on a woe-is-me rant about Covid-19 ruining Title-19, where it's going to be won, and whether you can get it on free-to-air telly. You guys don't know you're living.