(1) This record will get increasingly hard to break -- that sounds obvious, since the numbers keep getting higher, but what I mean is that the number of hittable pitches a batter receives is apparently inversely proportional to the rate of home runs hit. Bonds hardly ever got anything good to hit. He was so good, though, that anything connected was flying out of the park this year. Basically, the idea is this: anybody who hits like this won't get anything good to hit, period. That fact will make it that much harder for anyone to approach 73 again.
(2) The word "Andro" never came up this year. Kinda removes some of the stigma attached to McGuire's mark. (3) Nobody drowned out there is McCovey cove as the kayak armada grew in size.
That's what they used to do -- juice it once every six or seven years. (1987, I think -- it's the year Wade Boggs suddenly started hitting home runs.) But in 1994, when thery dfid it, the strike came. So, the Lords of Baseball used the excuse, the fans are deserting us in anger, so let's keep it. And the next thing you knew, like wartime rent control in New York City, an "emergency" practice became the norm. The Lords are contemptuous of dyed-in-the wool fans (how many jackasses do you meet today, who will tell you that these inflated numbers are the result of talent?), and addicted to the rabbit ball. I don't see "straight" balls making a comeback any time soon.