Meet the new decade, same as the old decade?

Well, here it comes, the (Something) Twenties? The new decade needs a name, and I say it should play off "the Roaring Twenties," the first hipster-cool-named decade in American history. 

So, you heard it here first: 

Forty years from now - when we only exist on Facebook - what'll this new decade be called? Some candidates...

The Boring Twenties. You wish, eh? But sadly, this, it definitely won't be. Too bad. I could use a boring decade.

The Scoring Twenties. Not for me, but those frisky Millennials will be getting busy. 

The Ignoring Twenties. On the global scale, you'd think the impending changes in climate will be impossible to ignore. Something tells me we're up to the task. But history will call us out.

The Warring Twenties. God help us. 

The Restoring Twenties. This is my hope: That, somehow, over the next 10 years, America can return to a unity we once instinctively knew. 

Of course, for this to come about, one thing must happen: The Yankees must win several world championships. 

Mr. Cole, Mr. Judge, Mr. Torres, Mr. Andujar... it's up to you.

(Note: In the above, truly inspirational paragraph, in projecting what Yankees could lead this team over the next 10 years, I find Miguel Andujar to be fourth on the list. Fourth. Why in God's name would we even be thinking of trading him? Look at the roster. Rank the current Yankees in terms of their potential over the next decade: After Cole, Judge and Gleyber, it's Andujar - by far. These rumors about trading him... they are harbingers of a decade killer.)